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Nelson City Park
There were always early walkers and runners who would greet him each morning; there would usually be at least one whom he would reach in some way. It was all a matter of ears. Ears meant a potential opportunity to clear the clogged tunnel to a ripening soul.
The Parking Lot Prophet
Sheriff's Office and City Hall
“I’m so happy you’re taking the panty bandit case seriously. The Sheriff’s Department hasn’t done squat.”
Miss Gadabout had the opportunity to visit with the FishWrap Bugle’s new leader and Grand Pooba, William R. Cooke. We sat through the stuffy stuff about his journalism degree, reporting for big city papers, blah de blah de blah…
Miss Glenda Gadabout
Sea Sprite Bakery
There suddenly appeared before his nose a dark-skinned hand that placed—right on top of the title of the article—a little card that simply stated: Do your Dream.
Dr. Felicia Douglass
Lahkanea Mountain Wayside
“Have you ever seen things up at Lahkanea Wayside?”
“What kind of things?”
“Things like winking lights, a silver disc maybe, fire in the sky, you know – encounters of an extraterrestrial nature?”
Matthew Charles and Astra Billings
In his story, there was no static. There was no dust or light. Just the sound the UFO made on impact, a mess of sound, really, and he thought Maggie’s house had been razed.
Linny's Flower Farm
Jutting my hoe spear-like, I began to walk between a row of red dahlias and a row of pink scanning the ground. Then I spotted a telltale blue object. ‘What the heck?’ I asked myself.
Miss Linny Jones
Angelo's Pizza & Italian Restaurant
She wanted a favor and she leaned over the all-meat, double-cheesy, extra-greasy pizza she ordered and told Matthew he must never speak of their meeting and especially don't tell Astra.
Grant's Pub & Brewery
“I hope you didn’t order the Herculean Burger at Grant’s,” she said.
He wished he hadn’t eaten the whole thing. The burger felt like a rock in his gut. “What makes you think I ate at Grant’s?”
Astra Billings and Matthew Charles
“I could interview you during your shower. Get a rough idea of your digs, the actor’s struggling life, etc.” She winked. “Doesn’t that sound fabulous?”
Carmella Williams, Reporter
Half Moon Inn
Matthew told Suzanne to get away from the door same time the door came off the hinges and the chain ripped out of the wall.
Matthew Charles, Editor
Pottery, paintings and photography were main attractions, but after a recent exceptional dinner at the Sea & Sky, Jonathan had convinced the chef to teach a class.
Emma and Jonathan Bauer
Beacon Coffee & Wine
“She picked the restaurant. And she’s not my wife, not really.”
By the Book
Come One, Come All!
By the Book owner, Adele Donley Delacruz, invites you to a pre-holiday sale. Enjoy a cup of hot cider and browse our newly expanded children’s section.
The New Halem
Sea and Sky
Now if he could get Adele a good man. This would take considerable thought and planning – along with bribery and trickery. He’d think about it while he prepped the dinner menu.
New Halem School
Alona was mature beyond her years, concerned about environmental and social justice issues. Most of her peers did not “get” her. Their interests were closer to home like what to wear for Halloween.
The Hair of the Dog Tavern
“Don’t fret; we’re still going to have those beers at the Hair of The Dog.” He looked at the ground, pausing to gather his thoughts. “It all started when I found an old Indian spear.”
Kevin McLeod to Case
She tapped the first card. “This one implies that you actually shed, or alter time, or are obsessed by history, or you’re quite potent or...”
Sybil Des Lisieux
Treasure Cove Bungalows
No-Name yowled when Matthew unlocked the door. The yowl Matthew hated to come home to.
Matthew and his cat
Bayside General Hospital
“If it helps, the panty bandit looks way worse than you.”
Sheriff Astra Billings
“I’ve never looked in this window before today.” His hands were ice cold, his face waxen. The ground began to move, he heard the distant yelling of men. “I’ve, I’ve got to sit down.”
McFarland Historical Museum
The largest item was a round basalt stone with cryptic symbols etched on its face. Were they directions to a hidden treasure? A bright blur of soft cotton brushed his cheek and when he looked up, a smiling face looked back at him.
William R. Cooke
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