Bodies of Water
Homicide detectives Strode and Harris investigate a well-known New Orleans author.
Miles east of Cancer Alley moist air carried mysterious odors through my window. I sat at my desk. The sun imposed through open blinds, its light enhancing the wood grain of my desk. I didn't use coasters. I had a bad 'zine habit. Stacks of paper lay about. My drawers were disorganized, the small paper clips mixed with the large. The pens and pencils co-mingled.
I was back. N'awlins seemed another planet after life in LaLa Land. Southern California had little weather to speak of. The forecasters got big bucks anyway. It had little humidity; N'awlins had lots. The men there were prettier than me. They got big bucks too. Me, I was a cop. Anthology>>
Homicide detectives Strode and Harris investigate a well-known New Orleans author.
Miles east of Cancer Alley moist air carried mysterious odors through my window. I sat at my desk. The sun imposed through open blinds, its light enhancing the wood grain of my desk. I didn't use coasters. I had a bad 'zine habit. Stacks of paper lay about. My drawers were disorganized, the small paper clips mixed with the large. The pens and pencils co-mingled.
I was back. N'awlins seemed another planet after life in LaLa Land. Southern California had little weather to speak of. The forecasters got big bucks anyway. It had little humidity; N'awlins had lots. The men there were prettier than me. They got big bucks too. Me, I was a cop. Anthology>>
