Gold, Chapter Fourteen
Steven J. Moss “Man,” said Chester, as he entered the nursery. “Huge snow storm last night.” “How many did they get this time,” asked Maggie, who was rearranging garden ornaments that hadn’t sold…
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Carpet Chronicles VI
Paul McDonald I had a call at a single family home off Mission Street near the San Francisco-Daly City border which’d been transformed into an elderly care facility. I was met at…
Gold, Chapter Thirteen
Jordan bounced on his ball chair and hummed to himself as he checked the latest feeds on his iPhone. Sennheiser headphones were clamped over his ears; three silent computer screens…
Carpet Chronicles V
I had a call at a rundown boxy home near the downtown area of Brisbane. I was met outside by a large, hunched over white haired man wearing a filthy…
Gold, Chapter Twelve
“Mr. Mayor, your 3 p.m. is here. John Crocket and Specialty Development Group.” Nash stood, hands clasped at his waist, in front of William Wong’s large desk. The mayor didn’t…
Gold
“Chester’s not here,” said Maggie, glancing up from the cash register counter towards the wooden entry door, which had clattered open. She was bent at the waist, paging through the…
Gold, Chapter Ten
“Have you heard of Henrietta Lacks?” Stephanie was slumped in the bean bag chair, staring at the ceiling. The fog from Nash, Justin, and Jordan’s marijuana exhalations was fading as…
Gold, Chapter Nine
“What can I get you?” asked Justin. “I have a few nice Sativas, but if you’re looking for something soothing I have an Indica. Or maybe a bit of both!…
Carpet Chronicles III
I had a morning call at a waterfront home in Tiburon. There were six cars parked in the driveway. Three were under covers – two vintage Ferraris and a BMW…
Gold, Chapter Eight
“So, what have we here?” Pete exclaimed. Pete had encountered Justin, trailed by Nash, Stephanie, and Jordan, just inside The Connecticut Yankee’s short corridor entryway, next to a wooden shelving…
Gold, Chapter Seven
“Geez, I thought these guys might hangout someplace, I dunno, gayer,” said Jordan. He and Stephanie were at the entrance to The Connecticut Yankee, in Potrero Hill. The bar-eatery was…
Fiction: Gold, Chapter Six
“So, what do we got?” asked Stan, as he jabbed at a Surface tablet. He was sitting at the head of a glass conference table, on the fifth floor of…
Fiction: Gold, Chapter Five
“Oifff,” exclaimed Nash, as he pulled his keys and wallet out of his pocket and dumped them in a bright blue bowl sitting on the bedroom dresser. “Hard day with…
Fiction: Gold
For the past four months the View has published experts from Gold, a serialized tale of politics, capitalism, and corruption in San Francisco. In this issue the first three chapters…
Fiction: A Cure for Writer’s Block
Greg Roensch Trippy slammed his laptop shut and hurled it against the wall. The two cats didn’t move. Mischief, the asthmatic Siamese, opened his one good eye before falling back asleep. Hemingway,…
Fiction: Gold
This is chapter three of a serialized tale of politics, capitalism, and corruption in San Francisco. Look for the next fiction installment in each new issue of the View. “Mr.…
Fiction: Gold
This is chapter two of a serialized tale of politics, capitalism, and corruption in San Francisco. Look for the next fiction installment in each new issue of the View. Chester…
Fiction: Gold
This is chapter one of a serialized tale of politics, capitalism, and corruption in San Francisco. Look for the next fiction installment in each new issue of the View. “I…