Norville took the long way home. It gave him time to think and to reflect, he told himself. It gave him time to avoid responsibility, he knew. Norville was tired of being responsible. Not that he was tired of being held responsible for things, but simply tired of being reliable. Why couldn’t he have just stayed […]
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Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Velma drove Norville back to his car parked at the cemetery. The rain had largely abated and was nothing more than a heavy mist. Norville prepared to retrieve his spare key from beneath the car. “Can you hold this a minute,” Velma asked, practically shoving the pizza box […]
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Norville tore into his pizza not quite savagely. People always told him growing up that eventually his metabolism would slow, that his freakish ability to consume and process copious amounts of food without weight gain would ebb, that his days of eating whatever he wanted without consequence […]
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Warm air gushed from the vents with the power of one of those annoying hand dryers they put in truckstop bathrooms. Norville had ridden in several Jeeps before; rattly angular things full of crevices for wind to blow through, designed by men who either did not know or did […]
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Norville drove down Mystery Lane and out onto state highway 10, past the orchards and further out of town, then hung the right on the recently paved Little Texas Road. It wasn’t named after the state, or the cheesy country band, but after one of Theodore Roosevelt’s horses. Fitting. He pulled […]
Chapter One Norville just stood there in the kitchen, angry. Angry at Fred for his alcoholism, for his philandery, for his temper, for his stupid remarks. But mostly angry at himself. Why had he let stupid Fred stupid get to him? Stupid. Then he remembered the anniversary. He sat down in his chair to finish […]
The doorbell was ringing. Again. Norville Rogers walked from his study in the back of the house around the left staircase, across the parquet floor, past the marble Venus to the front door. He stood there a moment as the bell continued ringing. He took a deep breath, blew it out, and finally answered the […]