Conversations

Did I Mention

Voice One: “The big highway interchange in Mission Valley was designed by the grandfather.” Voice Two: “I doubt it.” Voice One: “He surveyed the whole thing and figured out where everything needed to go.” Voice Two: “I think you’re mistaken.” Voice One: “I have his surveying notes.” Voice Two: “He worked for the City of San Diego but I don’t think he had anything to do with it.” Voice One: “Did I mention my dead…

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My Craft

A Diamond in Her Eye

[aesop_image imgwidth=”800″ img=”http://wordsmithholler.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/03/gangster-539993_1920.jpg” credit=”Pixabay” align=”left” lightbox=”on” captionposition=”left” revealfx=”off”] “You’ll never get me to tell you where the jewels are,” the child said. She leaned back and smirked. Too much television, thought the inspector. He sat down across from her rattling the metal chair against the table in the interrogation room. The girl leaned forward. She glared at him. The stare-off went on for a few minutes until he leaned forward. The girl pushed back pinning her arms…

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My Craft

A Moment of Pure Truth

Christopher stood over the maze of workday and eyed the sea. A thin fog cloud floated passed his perch on the 45th floor. On the docks, sea lions barked at tourists. East Bay traffic sought a faster path, ships hauled electronics in and almonds back out, and the blood-red sun sunk into late afternoon north of the Golden Gate. In the conference room, five people sat in executive chairs around a table. Their faces reflected…

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