When I awoke early this morning, there was an Angel sitting in the chair beside my bed. She was wrapped in a gossamer aura and held a look of weary concern in her eyes and on her face. She reached out with thin fingers and touched me lovingly on the cheek, gave me a meek smile, then rose from the chair like a wisp of smoke and hovered near the ceiling. Tenting her hands in prayer, she momentarily held my gaze, then closed her Continue reading
I have noticed recently, that there are a lot of demons about. They seem to congregate, quite unnoticed I’ll have you, in the waiting rooms of doctor’s offices and especially at airports. They walk about unencumbered, unnoticed by security because they are Continue reading
We often have interesting visitors during the night. Shy creatures with big eyes imbued with whirling pools of unfathomable depths. It is said, you are not supposed to look into them for fear they might steal your soul and leave you lost in a black fog like Alzheimer’s. I definitely wouldn’t want that, but I have to admit, I look into those whirling pools anyway. Continue reading
Doofus the Rat from my “Go Ask Boris” series of children’s books coming this fall. He’s cute, but not someone a father would want his daughter to hang out with. What he has on his mind is not in any parents best interest. Continue reading
The writing is completed, now the fun part begins? Continue reading
This is To the happy snake from my book How the Snake Got Its Tail. This child’s fable was illustrated with the help of Doriano Strologo in 18 interconnected half pages. It has simple words and is an engaging read for adult and child interaction.
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How the Snake Got Its Tail is a fable about the twin snakes, To and Fro. To is drawn to happiness and light, Fro is drawn into the darkness. This fable is a children’s tale of right Continue reading
I could barely see the Home Depot parking lot through the soupy mist as I watched Skinny make his way off to becoming a boss. I had told him to take his time, that he should engage as many of the guys as it took to find four of them he felt he could trust to work with. His head was high, his shoulders back. I was pleased at my choice.
Ned had fallen into the rhythm of things and was willing to oversee the remainder of the demolition of his old dreams and the construction of a new one. It was what he needed to halt his descent into bitterness. The sense of purpose would serve to make him ambitious and young again.
I headed toward Market Street. I had to put my attention back on the Vulture. It was important to pull him out of the dirty water before he got himself in too dark and deep. Guys like Two Fingers Kim didn’t let go easily. I needed to find a way to get leverage on Kim or I’d have to orchestrate getting him arrested with the goods.
It was a busy Saturday on Market Street even at 9:00 in the morning. The fog was not a deterrent for the tourists, it was part of the ambiance of San Francisco. I figured I’d catch up with Two fingers if I just parked myself somewhere inconspicuous and waited. I chose the bus stop near Fourth, it was busy enough for camouflage and I could keep an eye on both sides of the street.
I wasn’t disappointed, only twenty minutes had passed when Kim and the Vulture ambled by me without even a glance. The kid looked out of it, he was either hung over or he had already indulged for his Saturday deliveries. For the moment, the two of them were empty handed, so I figured they were headed up to the apartment building in the Tenderloin to fetch the dope. I still didn’t have a plan, but I was hopeful of catching a flash of brilliance on my way to grabbing a doughnut and coffee at the Tin Man’s.
Richard Rensberry, Author at QuickTurtle Books®