By Craig Adams

Pulled into the parking lot of the local supermarket emporium of fine price-gouged goods.  I couldn’t help but notice the overabundance of under-corralled shopping carts.  Shocked me to the core at that moment. How many there were.  A roaming herd of buffalo traversing the open prairie had nothing on the number of rolling baskets that were there in my field of view.  What had happened?  Time was when I had considered returning carts to their corresponding round-up was the sim

Eli Gentry and Tom Barber went to the police academy together. This story took place when they were rookie patrolmen. The first thing I noticed was a hole through a thick pane window at the front of the house.  “Bullet hole.” I said to Eli.  He had rolled up to the house right after I responded to the call from dispatch of shots fired. The domicile was one of the places where the feds stash snitches for witness protection. Looks like somebody forgot the protecting bit.  “Shou

At the scene of the crime The Crime Scene Eli Gentry and Tom Barber went to the police academy together. This story took place when they were rookie patrolmen. The squad car radio crackled. A robbery at the local liquor emporium. Sammy’s Sip & Save is one of those places where a hardworking man gets booze. Its neon sign is a cultural landmark in the neighborhood. The dispatcher reported shots fired. The suspect fled. Eli perked up and answered back that he was on his way. “Fi

A Lying Spiral Origination Story Liquid lunch bled into liquid happy hour. Quick pitcher of semi-flat brew never seemed to end, the pathetic foamy head quickly dissipated.  Eli Gentry sighed, chalked his cue stick for what felt like the tenth time. Every time he got close to ending the pool game, another round would get ordered.  Gentry was supposed to be investigating someone’s husband doing something or other, but what did it really matter? The Commies had the bomb and all