The Kayak Compendium

     He texted, “TMR?”      An upturned thumb emoji came back immediately.      “845?”      “Sure.”      He sent a disturbing ghost, a skull, and a knife.      The next…

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Good Morning, Gracious Lady

      Piled high and wide and tight with every belonging they owned, Brett’s Silverado pulled away from the apartment with a billow of dark, poisonous smoke streaming from the dual…

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A Matter of Trust

      “Are you claimed?” the sonorous voice inquired, seeming to appear from thin air. She twitched, dropped her rake, and clutched her hands to her breast. “Holy crap on a…

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The Blue Monkey Oracle

A 3:00 A.M. phone call can never be good news. At least that is the prevailing wisdom. When the call came, waking me from a deep REM sleep cycle, I…

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