The steady, guttural rumble of the Harley-Davidson cut a deep groove through the evening quiet of Main Street. Rain, fine and persistent, fell…
The rain wasn’t just falling; it was a presence, a weight. It pressed down on the bill of Captain Rain Kesler’s patrol cap,…
The world, for Harold Brener, had mostly shrunk to the size of quiet routines. At sixty-eight, he moved through it like a man…
The man stood alone by the gleaming motorcycles, a ghost haunting the edges of a world too loud and too new to notice…
The world smelled of pine and ancient dust. It was a scent that had woven itself into the fabric of Earl Mat’s life,…
The hum was the first thing you noticed. A low, persistent drone from the fluorescent lights that bled a sterile, colorless glow onto…
The voice, sharp as a shard of glass and laced with a disbelief that bordered on contempt, sliced through the cavernous hum of…
The command came slicked with the easy arrogance of unearned authority, a casual dismissal wrapped in a term of endearment that was anything…
The wind that swept in from the Pacific always carried weight. It wasn’t a loud wind, not a violent one that tore at…
The sound was sharp, ugly. A slap of hard leather against polished linoleum. “Watch where you’re going, old man.” The voice wasn’t just…