I thought I’d do something fun, something to put a bit of life into this blog while I’m working on other things. Immediately after I finished The Waste, I began a new novel, a story I never really intended to publish. It was less a novel and more a collection of things I really like—gangsters, … More Spitfire, a gangster web novel. A new chapter first thing every Tuesday.
Stop! In the Name of Love ~ My truck had started making this unnerving rattle whenever I braked. I sat at a red light, puzzling over the clatter coming from God knows where, trying to decide whether the noise was worth spending money for repairs. The brakes worked just fine. I had no “check engine” … More Spitfire Chapter 8
Wildfire ~ My trench coat was clinging to my middle—belted too tight, though I had no room to adjust it—and my boots were new and still stiff. My helmet was too large, and my breath hissed through the mask. I held a rifle in my hands for the first in a long time, some Heckler … More Spitfire Chapter 7
Tender Loving Care ~ Something was beeping. For a moment I’d thought someone was torturing a squirrel next to my ear, but I figured it was probably beeping. I opened my eyes and immediately closed them. Sun. Or something else too bright. No, it was a ceiling, glaring down at me like I’d done something … More Spitfire Chapter 6
Overheating ~ I started carrying the gun around a lot more. When I got out of the shower, I had it in the pocket of my robe. When I slept, it was hidden under the covers. On the second day afterward, someone knocked on my apartment door, someone with the wrong address. I had the … More Spitfire Chapter 5
It Can’t Be Love ~ “You wanna tell me that again?” Dick said. I stared down at my boss, trying not to blink. Instead of a desk, Dick was seated on the bed of his hotel room, but our casual setting did nothing to calm either of us. “Let me rephrase that,” Dick said. “Tell … More Spitfire Chapter 4
Slow Burn ~ Watching a house in broad daylight was probably the most boring thing I’d ever done—and I knew boring; I’d been in the Navy. It was a nice house, certainly better than the apartment where I grew up, but mired in ritzy suburbia where the most exciting development was Jehovah’s Witnesses at the … More Spitfire Chapter 3
Love at First Sight ~ Earlier I hopped off the bus and trudged through the cold drizzle toward my apartment, gloved hands stuffed into my pockets. And there he was again—the man on the bus had followed me, matching my steps like he was my shadow. I sighted him in the side mirror of a … More Spitfire Chapter 2
Flames of Passion ~ The Blue Jay’s façade lit up brighter than ever before as flames spat from its windows, dancing in the night like tortured birds. Its warmth coursed over my face, and the smoke, bitter and harsh, drove away every trace of Autumn’s brisk chill. The street around us was deserted—no one was … More Spitfire Chapter 1
I’ve meant to do this for a while, but here they are. The maps are on their own page under the heading Beautiful War, which you’ll see on the site’s header. And here’s a link, in case you hate that little bar chasing your progress through the website and want to find my new … More Introducing some maps!