The initial pshhht of the 911 radio dispatch gave way to the lovely cadence of a woman’s voice: “Squad 19, do you read me?” The emergency medical technician pushed the switch on his radio mic. “Loud and clear.” “Situation in an alley off San Pedro, on the east side, between Fifth Street and Sixth.” “Alley, San Pedro, east side, between Fifth and Sixth.” “Correct. White male down. Apparent drug overdose.” “Squad 19 is ready and on our way.” “Copy that.” Rick, the EMT, called to his partner, “Let’s roll!” The two slung on their coats, made quick visual checks on…
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This is a contrasting voice to the one in Part 1. Does it work? Derek Dad founded his own tech company. So I’m kind of an offspring of Silicon Valley. But I never really lived up to it. I was more into partying than sitting in front of computer screens. Mom and Dad took my brother, sister, and me on family trips every year. I liked France and Italy the most. They’ve both got great hotels, great beaches, and great wine. Every winter we all skied at Aspen or Vail or Breckenridge. The day I got my license Dad took…
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This short story is in three parts: one of a kid who grew up in the inner city, another of a rich kid who fell, and their point of contact. I’m not sure about how far to go with the inflected speech of the first young man, Jamal. One of my friends helped me with the authenticity of it. I don’t know if it’s too much or not. What do you think? “In the Alley” — Part 1 Jamal Dad beat me every time he got drunk, and he got drunk every day. Da one time I can remember…
[ Read More → ]This is the photo from Google Earth that first inspired me to write the story. The boat I depict is a bit different, but the basic image is the same–along with the rocky beach and the mist. Photo credit: frparm on Google Earth: http://www.panoramio.com/map/#lt=46.991516&ln=-56.278142&z=4&k=2_____ “The Woman by the Boat” –Third of three parts– Early the next morning the sound of chopping penetrated the fog. Occasionally the slow rhythmic hacking was punctuated by the ding of steel against a rock. The sound would cease for a moment. Then resume. Jane stepped out her door and paused at the sound. Then she…
[ Read More → ]This is the photo from Google Earth that first inspired me to write the story. The boat I depict is a bit different, but the basic image is the same–along with the rocky beach and the mist. Photo credit: frparm on Google Earth: http://www.panoramio.com/map/#lt=46.991516&ln=-56.278142&z=4&k=2_____ “The Woman by the Boat” –Second of three parts– One old man didn’t need to see her at the market. Charles lived in a cottage at the north end of the rocky beach. Boat parts, nets, harpoons, and tackle decorated his home inside and out. He had survived a lifetime on the sea. And he had…
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