I love Six Sentence Sunday, so it was kind of a bummer to miss out on it these last couple of weeks. But it’s a new week and a new opportunity. This six comes from Maynedon, my dark serial. It’s been on hiatus for several months, but I’m working on the next “season” and expect to have Episode 20 up around the first week of October.
In this scene–taken from Episode 2- The Man at the Lake–we meet Doc Harley, the Chief Medical Examiner for Cedarford County. He’s been called to the small town of Cedar Mills to investigate a death, along with his assistant David Masters.
Most of the time, Doc treated David like a necessary evil. He’d long since left any pretension to youth behind and had held off retirement for as long as his body seemed willing. Soon, it would be over, his task handed off to this young man who, to his credit, was in every way a worthy successor despite Doc’s reluctance to admit it.
David Masters did the heavy lifting in the field and more than his fair share of work in the morgue. He was young, handsome, obsessed with technology and well-adapted to a world ready to leave Doc behind. And, when the mood struck him to reflect on his life, Doc knew he was ready to let it.
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Another week has come and gone. I finished the first draft of a novel I’ve been working on and I’m taking a little break before starting up the next big project. For me, breaks mean writing and working on short stories. And it’s from one of these that I’m drawing my six for this week.
The narrator’s wife had a cough in July. This scene takes place in the first week of August.
I stood in a pit of my own; dark, like the grave beneath her, only deeper.
I didn’t even feel stunned. That feeling had already come and gone three weeks before, when I sat with my wife of nine years and we listened to a doctor too young to know he shouldn’t cry in front of his patients. The “why” and the “what did we do wrong” were far behind me when the other mourners made their way out of the cemetery and I watched Mattie’s light blue casket descend into the ground.
I wanted to follow it.
Part of me did.
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Another week, another six. Like my offering for last week’s Six Sentence Sunday, I’m sharing another excerpt from Episode 1 of my dark serial. In this scene, we’re introduced to Sheriff Bill Holterman, the man who keeps the peace, and the secrets, in Cedar Mills. He’s just been called to a nearby lake in the middle of the night and isn’t in the mood to deal with his nephew, Deputy Roy Arnette.
Holt and his department like to handle trouble in their own way, without the influence of outsiders. On this night, however, something went wrong, and the State Police arrived at the scene first. Holt’s not the sort of man who takes news like that very well.
Sheriff Holterman was huge, a bear compared to the nephew standing in front of him. Roy shrank as “Holt” stepped up, his red face a mask of anger and disgust, his big belly threatening to knock the deputy over.
“Yes, sir. Joe ran up right after it came over the radio.”
“Why wasn’t anyone out here?” He pulled a can of tobacco out of his pocket and took a dip, spitting near enough to Roy’s boots to make him nervous.
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It’s that time of week again. My dark serial has been on hiatus for a while, paused but not forgotten. In case you haven’t checked it out yet, I’m bringing you a Six Sentence Sunday snippet from Episode 1 – An Early Morning. In this first scene from the serial, we meet Jack Frost, an FBI agent on his way out of the Bureau. He has returned to his hotel room, one of hundreds or thousands he’s stayed in over the years. It’s late, he’s tired and he’s lonely in a way I hope none of us ever have to experience.
The only light in the room came from the screen and the neon glow of the hotel’s sign which crept in through the window.
“Brothers, you must be kind to your wives! You must throw away all thoughts of marital sin and cry out,proclaiming your love!”
“Good advice,” Jack said to the preacher. He frowned, tired of the Bible Belt. Tired of the job.
I hope you enjoy it and I hope you’ll check out the rest of the serial. New episodes will begin rolling out this fall.
Another week, another Six Sentence Sunday. This snippet follows last week’s and continues the conversation between Joshua Rourke and Max. Rourke has revealed he sold a rather disgusting, fake protective potion to a criminal known as much for his volatile temper as he is for his superstitious beliefs.
“I hear the thugs he hires aren’t just for show,” Max said, as though Rourke had somehow forgotten John Martin’s status in the underworld of the city.
“Hey, a little confidence goes a long way. He pays me five grand, rubs some spicy goat juice on his nipples, thinks he’s protected against Delhi’s home-grown hoodoo and everyone goes home happy.”
“Son of a-“
“See you in an hour.” Rourke hung up and tossed the remaining half of his bagel in the trash.
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