Welcome to Saint Anthony
Kenny Babineau kept watch over the darkened store. He stood at the entrance beneath the rain-soaked awning with a baseball bat by his side. He had taken swift action as soon as the power went out, after the thunder strike shook the building and turned his knees to jelly. He put the cash from the … Continue reading Kenny Babineau, Store Clerk →
Rain hammered the city, and Larry Miller’s newsstand took the worst of it. The drains filled then the gutters, and the overflow flooded the sidewalk as Larry did what he could to keep his goods dry. As soon as the silver dollar size drops began to fall the old newsy pulled everything off the sidewalk, … Continue reading Larry Miller’s News Stand →
Rebecca reached into the porcelain bowl the table where her clients left her fee. She had not given the proper reading to the young man who had just left her corner of the bookstore, but he had asked enough questions and taken a sufficient amount of her time to charge him. They had not discussed … Continue reading Rebecca Mordecai →
Ingrid Magnusson left Saint Anthony right after she had her breakfast. It was a four hour drive to the town of Avon, North and west of the city. She arrived around 1:00 pm, but her twin sister Helga who had called her that morning to demand that Ingrid come see her, wasn’t there. Ian Green, … Continue reading Ingrid Magnsson →
Angela Guthrie was upset, worse than that she was terrified. She had come to work at the bookstore like any other day only to find that her employer, Ingrid Magnusson was not there and she could not get into the store. She waited outside. It was hot and the air was thick with humidity, she … Continue reading Angela Guthrie →
Ivan Wolvenson sat in the front parlor of his patron’s home waiting. He was pensive. He didn’t like waiting. He was a man of action, but he never questioned his. He had been told to retire to the house in Tangletown, a sleepy neighborhood with lovely cottages on the banks of the narrow stream named … Continue reading Ivan “The Wolf” Wolvenson →
Marie returned to the maid’s chamber, leaving Amelie alone once again with the young man the Colonel had brought into the house. She wasn’t sure if she liked this Johnny Holiday, though she had to admit that he was a handsome fellow, tall and strong with a smooth complexion. He was just the sort of … Continue reading Marie Beguine (A Forrester Maid) →
Karl Thorrson was a giant, nearly seven feet tall with bones as dense as granite. His hands were as big as bear paws and his shoulders as broad as a draft horse, and yet despite his size he was graceful, light of foot like a dancer and as nimble fingered as a seamstress, and he … Continue reading Karl Thorrson →
Dr. Johnson cursed himself as he walked away from the lake as fast as he could, gripping his cane tightly in one hand, not even bothering to swing it. He was rattled. He had been followed from the Ingrid Magnusson’s bookstore by a man who looked like he could be police, or a prizefighter. A … Continue reading Dr. Pierce Johnson Ph.D., (Antiquities) →
Amelie Elmquist stood by her window in the antechamber of the wing she occupied in the Forrester mansion. She stood there watching her father, Colonel Forrester, as he interviewed a poorly dressed young man at length in the garden below her. It troubled her. She couldn’t peel herself away from her perch where she concealed … Continue reading Amelie Elmquist (Forrester) →
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