Spitfire is complete, and I really enjoyed working on it! The novel’s chapters will stay up and be freely accessible for the foreseeable future. If you enjoy the novel, or you know someone who might, I’d truly appreciate you recommending it to others. With that project out of the way, though, things are going to … More What’s Next?
Hallelujah ~ There was no going back to the way things were. Smiles and laughs and comfy evenings, those were behind us. I knew that for sure by the time we both got out of the hospital in Ingram. Whatever had happened to Dick had changed him. He wore his leg in a cast and … More Spitfire Epilogue
Second Degree ~ “Speak of the devil,” I said as we backed toward our exit. Clutching the laptop to his chest, James said, “Can it. They don’t know we’re here yet.” The doorknob shook. Another voice, right on the other side of the door, said, “Unlock it.” I made out the sound of keys fumbling, … More Spitfire Chapter 19
Make It Bun Dem ~ “You sure about this, Viola?” Dick said. Viola grinned. “I’m sure. You know I’m the best for this.” “I wouldn’t even consider it otherwise,” Dick said. “Okay. Take care, sweetheart.” I watched from my spot against the concrete wall, drumming my fingers on my arm, as Viola and Dick embraced … More Spitfire Chapter 16
Field of Flames ~ Much as I loved the heat, today I was sweating miserably in my body armor, packed into a van with several equally sweaty grunts. The prospect of encountering more police sent a chill down my spine, but a cold sweat was no better than a hot one. At least it was … More Spitfire Chapter 12
Warming Up ~ I was a few steps out the door of Dick’s hotel room when I realized Viola was following me. Of course, there was only one set of elevators so of course we were walking the same direction, but Viola was also catching up. I felt her presence a few seconds in advance, … More Spitfire Chapter 11
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 