The Dude “How’s it goin’ brother?” He said. He was a husky middled-aged man with a significant southern accent. “Did you hear they done legalized marijuana, by presidential decree, I thought Obama was with us, but never expected The Donald, new day.” I was seated in the Snug section, in The Moon, contemplating his statement before Jane had returned with a Guinness. “I get it,” I said. I smirked over at him. “April fools…” “Oh man,” he said. “I thought I had ya, names, Elwood.” “Rob,” I said. Continue Reading
The Moon Under Water – Chapter #tbd (Unedited)
White Lillies It was the middle of March, and the subtropical heat and humidity had moved back to St. Petersburg. The night before I had lit a scented candle to remember a friend. The next evening, I had walked across the old brick alleyways down to The Moon, not to share a Guinness, but to have quietly existed with other human-souls that had the same questions I had, and like me, they had lacked the answers. “I can’t help but notice,” I said. As I smelled the distinct fragrance. “Your Continue Reading
The Moon Under Water – Chapter 13 (unedited, creative process)
Alice the Artist It was early March and that evening I had enjoyed walking across the salmon colored Vinoy Hotel’s wide veranda, and under the original hand-painted pecky-cypress ceiling beams, and then across the quarry tiled floor covered with cushioned, intricately woven carpets. I had moved through the vast lobby past the busy concierge desk, and beneath the high ceiling Moorish influenced archways that were centered with a line of golden chandeliers. I imagined what it had been like in Continue Reading
The Moon Under Water – Chapter 12
The Dali Docent “I’m beat,” he said. He was unaware, as he had slumped down next to me at The Moon’s bar that he was wearing his Dali Museum docent badge. “I’m getting to old for those people.” “Oh, Braith, hang in there,” Jason said. She shook his hand. “Your usual, vodka soda, but want me to make you a stiff one?” “Please,” Braith said. He grinned, as he playfully gasped with his tongue-out. “Pretty please, please.” “Just got off work?” I said. I glanced down at his Dali badge. “Yeah, but Rob Continue Reading
The Moon Under Water – Chapter 11 (My unedited chapters, as I create the novel)
Paper Clips “I was cold this morning,” he said. He had meticulously taken off his dark gray suit jacket, and he had draped it carefully over the chairs curved backrest. He was average height, and he appeared quite fit as he sat down on the cushioned seat near The Moon’s bar within the Snug section. “As I walked, I walked to work, today.”“I drove,” the larger man said. “I was quite comfortable.”He had slouched down on a similar chair next to the other man; but he had kept his jacket on. I Continue Reading
The Moon Under Water – Chapter 10 (my unedited first drafts)
Two Banyan Trees “Are you seeing,” I said over at Alan. “What I’m seeing?” I was staring out the tall front windows from within The Moon. “The things you see out the Snug, lad,” Alan said. He laughed. He shook his head. “Early friday nights in February, during high-season, cheers to the lad.” “Cheers,” I said. “I guess business is good?” “Best time of year,” Alan said. He pursed his lips. “But we’ve been here so long, we’re rather steady as she goes.” I pointed outside at the young man. “I Continue Reading
The Moon Under Water – Chapter 9 (unedited version)
The Ship Builders “Two-pints, madam,” he said at Edwina, as he leaned his thick body onto the bar, and wiggled his red-haired eyes-brows at her. He held up the peace sign with his right-hand fingers. “If you don’t mind, madam. And might I say, you look ravishing this evening, again.” “Stuff it buddy,” Edwina said. But she grinned back over at him as she busily moved along working the bar guests. “But, thank you.” “Lady killer, eh Os?” He said. He had sat down within the Snug section next Continue Reading
The Moon Under Water – Chapter 8 (my unedited drafts)
Happy New Year “Oye, chica, come estas,” she said into her black leather encased smartphone. For another minute or less, she spoke at the ubiquitous device with whom I assumed was another human-being that had picked up her unique converted radio waves. She sounded happy, a bit giddy; I had no clue what she had said. I had assumed it was in Spanish, or maybe she had spoken in Portuguese. From time-to-time in St. Petersburg, Florida as I walked near the harbor, or as I sat in the restaurants, Continue Reading
A Year Inside The Moon – Chapter 7 – Bendy Straws
Bendy Straws “I’m sorry, Rob,” she said. I stood at the top of the stairs near the Moon’s guest greeter podium. She was a grinning redhead with pale skin, and she was curvy head to toe. “Christmas party inside, all booked up tonight, sorry.” “Oh, you know my name?” I said. I glanced at her; I stared inside the well-lit restaurant and over at the mahogany bar where I would have normally had a Guinness and comfort food. But there was a group of professionally dressed interlopers using the bar Continue Reading
A Year Inside The Moon – Chapter 4 – Halloween
Halloween “Who are you?” I asked. I sipped my Guinness beer. I set the half-full glass down on a white paper coaster. “I’m Rob.” “I’m David, you know, Biblical,“ he said. He wore a long sleeved, hooded brown tunic that covered his wide-shouldered, husky-frame; it draped him down to just above his leather sandals. “Thank God it’s a cool night, you know, this things rather warm. A bit moist, if you will.” “Whoa, buddy,” Jane said. She had walked over toward the Moon’s Snug section, a Continue Reading
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