Chan went to the desk and picked up. “Hello.” Silence. “Hello?” “Who’s this?” came from the other end. “I’m Denise’s brother.”…
Hate Can Motivate (325)
Victor Yamamoto drove the five blocks to headquarters. He passed the open market where he’d grown up helping his father and…
Dark Matters (300)
Chris Andaya scared people. At 6’6” he was a gigantic mass of muscle. He was very dark, always wore black. That skin and…
Love Lives (275)
David Chan drove as quickly as possible toward Kapahulu. He was counting the days until construction began on the Interstate Highway…
A Sharp Blade (250)
Miles Kuroda had been a high-school bully who’d evolved into a small-time hood. He made sure to do nothing that would…
Who Knows What? (225)
Yamamoto almost jumped out of the chair. “What? Me? I never take the book.” Chan watched him. “No, I’m wondering why someone, anyone,…
A Close Relationship (200)
Before Yamamoto called him that morning, David Chan had been on the phone with his mother. “She’s a big girl,…
Keep Your Friends Close (175)
They sat down in the two barber chairs. Chan said, “Did Rudy work here alone?” “Yeah,” Yamamoto said. “So why…
A Close Call (150)
Who could recommend a barber? Walking out, he saw Rudy’s backup razor on the counter. Maybe he could learn to use it. He…
Too Close for Comfort (125)
When Detective David Chan arrived, the forensics team was wrapping up. Rudy Alipio had been an informant for Chan’s partner. Just by…
A Close Shave (100 words)
Since he’d been introduced to Rudy, he’d go every Saturday for a professional shave. During the week, he settled for his…
House of Dreams (HS 155)
This morning we’re on a tour. I love the tidal pools,alive with multitudes of tiny fish and crabs, and, of…
Crazy (HS 154)
Like a pendulum, I swing between insaneand not sitting down to write.Occasionally, when I’m sitting down crazy,I can still vividly…
Race Time (HS 153)
I fight Nazis and Japs, big plastic figures I buy with my allowance,colored gray and fleshy yellow, the Nips eyes…
The Real (HS 152)
You will know what real is when you ridethe dreams of smoke and updraft air, waves breakingon the breath of…
A Clearing (HS 151)
If only we could shed grief as our skin does rain.This is not like water. You must go. Go farther down,down…
Coloma, Wisconsin 1978 (HS 150)
There is not much left to do today. This morning we were replacing fence posts.Bob and I have pulled stumps all…
The Lending Kind (HS 149)
I’m swirling in the drouse of that head on the pillow before sleep,a thousand ideas swizzling around my brain that…
Above the Water Below Us (HS 148)
The water is full of ghosts and him. In the water. There.A child’s eyes staring back at you. Right there. Pointing,I follow my…
And If You Ever Saw It
We are near the top of the world, Finnmark, Norway, and I’m in a van on the way to do…
Lanning Lee 