Welcome to Saint Anthony
Sister Anna was grateful to have the old priest on the grounds today. She had been fighting with the groundskeepers about the fate of a bat who had flown into the building through an open window in the narthex; the groundskeepers had wanted to kill the little creature, seeming to take a cruel delight in … Continue reading Sister Anna Alm, A Poor Clare →
Imogene woke in the darkness; she could not move. She had no sense of her body or anything around her accept the dark. This was not the utter darkness of the abyss; it was the near blackness that belonged to the witching hour on a moonless night. From the place where her body lay, the … Continue reading Imogene d’Alsace (The Woman in the Well) →
Herbert Pond sat at his desk in the turret of his house, on the third floor of the mansion that had been built on top of King’s Hill, built for him, the Commissioner of Parks. From his window he was able to surveil the parking lot and headquarters of his police force, the “rangers” as … Continue reading Herbert Pond (Commissioner of Parks) →
Helga Magnusson sat in the back seat of the cream-colored sedan with Celene Forrester while their mutual friend, Dr. Peirce Johnson chauffeured them about town. The car belonged to Celene, or to her father to be precise, the notorious Colonel Forrester who was the most powerful man in Saint Anthony. The three of them had … Continue reading Helga Magnusson →
Sergeant Morgan took the call coming over the radio requesting a response to a disturbance at the Round Up on East Lake Street. He and his partner were just a few blocks away doing patrols around Powderhorn Park; the storm had made for a slow night and he was tired of driving around the perimeter … Continue reading Stan Morgan (Park Patrol) →
Officer Girard cursed under his breath when his lieutenant came into the duty room and ordered him out to investigate a situation on Lake Street, in the red-light district. It was raining hammers and nails and he was in the middle of a ham sandwich, but when Standish came into the room with orders he … Continue reading Burt Girard (Squad Car – Park Patrol) →
Tom Kaplan was glad to be working, glad to be at the Round Up, and glad to have a place to be on a stormy night. On this night he was particularly glad to be there because his older brother had come in with his pals from the ROTC; they came all the way from … Continue reading Tom Kaplan, Bar Back at the Round Up →
Hank Jeffers had an appointment to keep at the Round Up. He made it there well before the rain began to soak the city, he got there early thinking he might do a little business and take a few bets for his bookie before meeting the tall blonde lady who had become the biggest brightest … Continue reading Hank Jeffers →
Joe Samuelson sat at the end of the bar near the place station where the waiter picked up drinks, to carry to the tables. The Round Up was the third bar he stopped in on his walk home. At each place he had a pint and a shot, talked for a little bit with whoever … Continue reading Joe Samuelson (A Round-Up Regular) →
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