Posts Tagged ‘crossover’

Book Three, Page 16

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Die Alone (R)

The good boys and girls of his squad had expressed their con­dolences for his drawing the short straw shift-wise. Doubling up Christmas Eve and Christmas Day, that’s tough, they all said and he had to smile at the memory of that. Everybody’s done it at some point, they consoled, they knew what it was like. […]

A Long Night of Masks (PG)

Excerpt from Reid’s journals: “August 13, 1875. Reina de Los Angeles seems little different from all of these other California pueblos. Pretty, dry, and old. Hardly likely the site of such near-mythical exploits as I have heard whispered across the plains, and with worse cantinas than San Diego. My brother tells me I do not […]

The Halfback by Night (PG-13)

With its familiar click-CHUNK the answering machine picked up the incoming call he’d chosen to ignore. After his outgoing mes­sage and accompanying beep came a voice – a very nice female voice, but unfamiliar. “Jim?” she cooed in such a pleasing way that he nearly rose to take up the phone, but he waited. “Jim […]

Magnum Opie (PG-13)

“Ooohh, well now that is surprising,” the old man said as he swept a comb through the slick hair of the customer seated in one of the shop’s creaking barber chairs, “I can’t believe you wouldn’t have heard the story yet. It’s a – a real doozy, that’s for sure.” Without waiting for a go-ahead […]

Where the Black-Eyed Susans Grow (PG)

Jonathan ran the fingers of his right hand over his uniform’s breast pocket to reassure himself that the glasses were still there. They were a new and absolutely necessary addition to his life, but he couldn’t get used to them. Ugly things. However, he couldn’t find it in his heart to complain when he considered […]

A Worthy Dream (R)

She would have attracted attention even if she were mortal. She stepped through the gate with her husband and the other passen­gers of Flight 191 from Laguardia though she seemed…apart; insu­lated from the crush of bodies as if an imperceptible bubble surrounded her modestly-attired form, purpose concealed in chance. Pure supernatural subtlety. Heads turned, male […]