Author Archive: rolltidejen

“Icing the Kicker,” Chapter Five

I shift gears once again, formulating my next question in what is easily becoming the most compelling interview I’ve ever had the pleasure of conducting. I’m not thinking in terms of potential awards down the line — although I’m sure Richard definitely will be as soon as he reads Scott’s compelling story — but enlightenment. My own as …

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“Blindsided,” Chapter One

“For fuck’s sake!” I wake up with drool all over my pillow. Again. “Must have been some dream,” I mutter to myself as I turn over to sit up, careful not to squish my yawning calico cat, Stinky, as she peers up at me with her sleepy green eyes. “But damn if I can remember any of …

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“Blindsided,” Chapter Two

I hang up on Dickhead without uttering another word. He’d have done the same to me, not that I give a shit. Besides, I have more pressing matters haunting my wary mind. “Coach Smith must have really pissed someone off this time,” I babble to my uncaring, still-hungry cat. “I’d hate to cross that person.” Perhaps …

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“Blindsided,” Chapter Three

I sure as hell need a smoke right now. I can’t even chew the gum I keep in my glove compartment because who’s going to take a person smacking on that stuff seriously? I wouldn’t. Plus, it’s just plain rude to chomp on a piece of gum and blow bubbles when I’m out on assignment. There’s just something …

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“Blindsided,” Chapter Four

“Hello,” I greet no one in particular, hopelessly hoping for a response, any response. I plod onward, unsure how I manage to keep my voice from quivering. “My name is Piccolo Granger, and I’m a reporter with the Daily Herald. Did any of you by chance see or hear anything unusual? Did you notice any …

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“Blindsided,” Chapter Five

I circle the track only twice when I hear Amber’s car coming slowly down the road. My black flats definitely are not suited for gravel as I walk pigeon-toed to meet Amber near the road, stopping intermittently to remove a shoe and shake it free of the small rocks that keep making their way inside …

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“Blindsided,” Chapter Six

With the air-conditioning blowing full-throttle in my face and my window all the way down, I happily puff away on my first smoke in what seems like for-damn-ever as I drive down what remains of Whirlaway Road before it turns into Citation Street. This is WAY better than chocolate. Maybe I’ll just take off somewhere and …

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“Blindsided,” Chapter Seven

Impostor Dickhead stands up, walks to the door, opens it. I turn around in my chair to see two men I’m guessing are plainclothes detectives wearing dress shirts like his, sleeves rolled up, sweat stains already showing under their arms and probably on their backs from the sweltering humidity of a hellacious morning I’m never going …

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“Blindsided,” Chapter Eight

Real Dickhead allows me to stop by Mandy Jo’s desk just long enough to ask her to look after my cat before hurriedly ushering me the rest of the way out of the Daily Herald building as if he is shielding me from a horde of reporters in the midst of a feeding frenzy. Which, I reckon, …

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“Blindsided,” Chapter Nine

“Thank you,” I say, meaning it. I steal a nervous glance at him, noticing the circles under his intense, deep-set eyes and the lines around his now-frowning mouth, though neither negate his resolve or his strength. “I don’t trust easily,” he admits, capturing my round, doe-ish eyes (yes, dammit, they’re really shaped like that) with …

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