“Warm and welcoming,” Emma said. “If we have to leave this way,” said Cannon, “it’ll be warmer than the alternative.” Emma pondered this and couldn’t find fault with it. The plan was to leave by the Albatross. If they couldn’t, … Continue reading
Author Archives: Fishbreath
Corregidor is a fascinating place. I might like to visit someday. My wife and I are planning to close on a house and move in the next few weeks. Story updates may be spotty. Morning edit: I have fixed the … Continue reading
Lining up on the runway, Cannon pulled the throttles back. The Albatross settled slowly, descending beneath the jungle canopy, then touching down on the grass runway. Cannon left the engines at about half power, allowing the Albatross to roll nearly … Continue reading
It’s been a long time in coming, but finally, there’s more story. I can’t promise anything beyond this week, though. My wife and I are moving in about two weeks, so that’s necessarily taking most of my time.
Not a lot to report here in the halls of Many Words: there may still be a new address for Many Words Press World HQ, and I haven’t managed much writing since that news originally broke. I do hope to … Continue reading
Not the coin, but rather the hawking of a product. For once it isn’t even my product. Instead, it’s from a family member. Mugs! A quick review: they’re mugs. They feel sturdier to me than your ordinary white ceramic mug, … Continue reading
Inconstant‘s Albatross approached from the south, flying low over the gray sea. It was ten in the morning, but didn’t look it. Whitecaps below and thick clouds above told part of the story. The morning scout flights’ report of monsoon … Continue reading
Corregidor, known to the lowlifes, scoundrels, and pirates of the South Seas as the Rock, sat at the mouth of Manila Bay. It was part of the Philippines, technically United States territory, won at no great cost during a brief … Continue reading
I realize I missed last Thursday, but I’m still taking Thanksgiving off. See you next Tuesday!
Lecocq stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray on Cannon’s desk. “We left then,” he said, lighting a new cigarette and waving it expansively. “There was a little chase, but we shook them. Then, we found the rest of the … Continue reading