Cold Shoulder ~ “What have you done, Barbara?” “Nice to see you, too,” I said. “No Hello, no Has it been two years already?” “I won’t hear a word of that, Barbara. I have nothing to say until you tell me. Why are you in prison?” I swept my eyes around, seeking an escape from … More Spitfire Chapter 10
Heat Coming Down ~ “Why the fuck didn’t you lawyer up?” Dick said. “C’mon, Barb. Don’t ever say a thing to the police without a lawyer. Don’t even breathe too loud without a lawyer.” I stood still, watching Dick pace across his hotel room. “I didn’t need one,” I said. “Yes you did,” Dick … More Spitfire Chapter 9
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
Crider the Writer 