The Daily Novel

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
People in and about Bernadotte had started to become suspicious about all these meetings, but Alan, a couple of weeks earlier, had stepped up.
Many of the leading citizens of Bernadotte are holding meetings at the First State Bank of Bernadotte, with the purpose of forming a “Civic and Community Committee.” These types of committees [...]

CHAPTER SIXTEEN
It has come to our attention that A.J. Mendelson, Postmaster of Bernadotte for these past seventeen years, has been hospitalized in Dickenson with an unspecified illness. We offer our best wishes for a speedy recovery. In the interim, Gustav Martin, postal clerk, will assume Mr. Mendelson’s duties.
Alan wrote that the same day he told [...]

CHAPTER TWELVE
We were blessed, this past week, to have the diminutive actor and actress, Jonathon Littleton, and his wife, Lorraine, perform in the persona of Tom Thumb and Thumbelina, at our town hall. They did a rendition of Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet. Almost two hundred people turned out for the event, most likely a record [...]

CHAPTER TEN
My morning crew got into more arguments. Damn near all of them thought they had the answer for our misery.
“You know,” Zach Klukas said, “I think we should take a closer look at this man, Adolph Hitler. I think he’s on to something. Those Germans don’t go hungry. They eat three square meals a [...]

Chapter Twenty
Marie went to Times Square, her first day in New York. She wanted the experience of standing in a swirling sea of strange faces and being just as unfamiliar to them as they were to her. She wanted the experience of walking down the street and being a total unknown. She wanted to experience [...]

Chapter Nineteen
The reporters cursed themselves for not being there. Though they were still returning regularly in search of crumbs of information, no one was keeping all-night vigil.  So of course, they all missed being there when the intruder struck. Still, they had a field day with the story. The would-be killer was a member of [...]

Red Warner’s Journal
I’m a has-been hero, and I’ve got the clippings to prove it. What I wish more than anything else is that I could just be a simple fisherman down here on the bayous and purge myself of memory. Memory’s a son of a bitch.
My earliest memories are all about war, a house-of-mirrors collage [...]

Chapter Eighteen
If Cole was, for once, restrained, the attitude wasn’t universal. In the days to come, it seemed everyone had something to say and was determined to find someone to say it to. Finding an interested reporter was easy; it seemed the population of Flamingo Cove had suddenly doubled with the influx of TV crews, [...]

Chapter Seventeen
She didn’t dare go to the hospital. She could just imagine! So she called her doctor’s office, then called the nurse-midwife with whom she had also consulted. “I’ll be right over,” Anna said. It was 10 PM by now. Why do babies love to get themselves born at night? Marie mused between contractions.
But in [...]

Chapter Sixteen
They noticed Marie was missing. Her car wasn’t there. She hadn’t been seen at home, or at Office Central, or anywhere else around. “Where’s your wife?” one of the vigil-keepers asked. The two reporters who were looking for an interview perked up and paid attention.
“Out of town for a little while,” Cole answered.
“Where’d she [...]