A.G.E's Joint

As all the lonely people did their safety dance up the hill, the Detectives looked on. As they watched the parade, the victim’s Mother started screaming obscenities after being stepped in the rush. At the laundry room, the uniform officers split the herd in two, to keep the driveway clear. As the motion stopped, everyone settled down a bit.   There were complaints in six languages were continually fired at the police and fireman. All they could do was stand along the safe line and keep everyone back.  Media trucks lined up like soldiers down Graves Rd. All the up and coming reporters spent their time either on camera saying nothing with a lot of words or angling for any scrap of news they could find. Helicopters droned like bees overhead. The circus was only missing the Ringmaster. Captain Hudgins grudgingly took on that role. Only he was as silent as a statue. No sense giving any information when there really wasn’t anything confirmed.  Two canine uni...

It piles high. The detritus of our youth Objects that once meant the world Tossed in the open air storage unit. Animals and toy cars that meant much Are now soaked and mildewed Now return to the dust. Just like us.  

The wail of the ambulance carrying the Mother was fading as Murray pulled up. Parking behind the line of cruisers, he surveyed the scene. Madonna and child, Murray thought as the paramedics worked on the little girl. Her torn, puffy face reminded him of a discarded cabbage patch doll , patched with gauze and tape. A scarlet stain was oozing from a scrape on her arm. A cervical collar no bigger than a large washer was placed around her neck, then they loaded her up in cheery yellow ambulance.  “Where’s she going?” “Scottish Rite. Hope traffic is light. She’s stable right now, but that could change.”  How about the Mother? “She went to Grady. Pretty bad head injury, but she was coming to when we loaded her.” With that, the door slammed shut.Several uniformed officers herded the crowd to the side so they could get through.    One of the relatives took him aside and in broken English asked if they would be alright. There was nothi...

The parking lot had turned into a macabre fiesta. Dia De Muerta on a bright spring day. Sirens mixed with mournful Latin songs echoing everywhere. Blue and red strobe lights contrasted with the yellow crime scene tape cordoning off the area where the bodies were. Only, there was no dancing and no masks,just a multitude spoken prayers for the fallen. They rose like eagles as the ambulances left with the victims. Soon, shouts of blood lust and revenge rung out in several languages, reverberating off the dirty brick walls.  Sitting on an overturned paint bucket, the small, dejected man watched in the shadows of the empty apartment. The Psychic’s vision was coming true. Mother had reached down from the sky and put that fucking little bitch in front of his car. Sarah pulled away at the last moment, just like in his nightmares . Jeremy can’t be successful, Mother’s voice boomed in his head. He isn’t worthy of anything. A total failure, stuck in the middle without ...