Category Archives: Fiction

ALMOST A DEAD MAN by Peter Nolan Smith – CHAPTER 1

June 10, 2018 – 12:02 pm

A scurry of claws scratched across the damp basement floor and the woman on the battered chair lifted her black stiletto heels in horror, but rats were the least of her problems. This afternoon her lover had phone to suggest a rendezvous in Hamburg’s harbor district. She had arrived after dark in anticipation of an […]

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BACK AND FORTH by Peter Nolan Smith – CHAPTER 5 – THE ID LOUNGE

December 21, 2017 – 12:07 pm

The next morning AK, Pam, and Sean slept in late. After waking tey ate a hearty breakfast of flapjack and sausages with the lodge’s owner on the porch. White rapids surged over the rocky creek and a few clouds dotted the deep blue above the mountain peaks. Ralph spread a map on the table to […]

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BACK AND FORTH by Peter Nolan Smith CHAPTER 4 – UP HIGH

December 19, 2017 – 7:01 pm

The afternoon sun hovered over the distant mountains and Sean checked the Inferno Bar’s clock. The hands were stuck on 10:24 and the bartender said, “It’s been broke for years. The regulars like that time. Mid-morning or three hours till closing.” Sean held out his hand to the gap between the sun and the shining […]

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BACK AND FORTH by Peter Nolan Smith – CHAPTER 3 – LOOKALIKE

December 11, 2017 – 2:39 pm

The Torino crossed the flooded Mississippi and passed heavily loaded semi-trailers laboring up a steep bluff. Davenport, Iowa wasn’t a big city, but river town had been even smaller, when a trucker had dropped Jack Kerouac in 1947. The sun had set without the beat writer catching a ride and Keroacc had backtracked to Davenport […]

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BACK AND FORTH BY PETER NOLAN SMITH – CHAPTER 2 – FLATLANDS

December 9, 2017 – 11:04 am

I-90 weaved over the Berkshires and descended into the heavily forested Hudson Valley. Pam, AK, and Sean had been on the road two hours and they had no immediate plans to stop other than for gas or food. “You know Jack Kerouac started his trip south of here at the Bear Mountain Bridge. He had […]

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