The Slow Leak

by Steve Holmes

Sept. 9, 2000
It was a gorgeous Sunday near the end of September and I needed some exercise. Exercise, just for the sake of exercise was probably best done by running on the treadmill at the athletic club. But on a day like that, just exercise wasn’t enough. I would take a bike ride on the American River Bike trail.

C Continue reading The Slow Leak

The Admired Car

by Steve Holmes, © Copyright 2001

“Beep, beep, blink, blink!” How the car, George wished she could honk her horn and flash her lights.

A car with a name? Yes, she knew her name was George because she heard one of her creators say it, “By George, she’s a beauty.”

It was a Sunday afternoon in the spring of 1925. Cars Continue reading The Admired Car

Dinko Goes Shopping

by William Arthur “Bill” Holmes. © Copyright 1990-2010

There once was a cat named Dinko who loved food more than anything else in the world. Of course, when you’re a cat, food is probably the single most important thing in the world; so none of this should come as any great shock.

Sure, being cuddled and petted and sitting on t Continue reading Dinko Goes Shopping

Murder, or Just an Honest Mistake?

by William Arthur “Bill” Holmes. © Copyright 1990-2010

[The following story is rated PG. You figure it out.]

Madison Ripley Smith was sitting at his desk with his feet propped up when she walked in. Long legs, hourglass shape, luxurious jet-black hair, and matching jet-black eyes.

“What’s with the black eyes,” Smit Continue reading Murder, or Just an Honest Mistake?

A Day at the Fair

by William Arthur “Bill” Holmes. © Copyright 1990-2010

I pulled into Angel’s Camp around noon. I was supposed to be meeting my brother Don and his wife Diane there … somewhere. We hadn’t actually decided on a meeting place. That would have been too easy.

I drove south on the main street through town (probably Main Street, Continue reading A Day at the Fair

Lipstick & WD-40

by William Arthur “Bill” Holmes. © Copyright 1990

Sandi strolled out of the motel room wearing her tight spandex pants, high-heeled shoes and a simple peasant blouse. She had just turned another trick and she wanted to vomit. This was not a reaction to just the one trick, but from the life she had been leading these past several Continue reading Lipstick & WD-40

Good Friday

It WAS a good Friday. There was nothing religious about it. If you know me at all, that wouldn’t surprise you.

I was just reading my previous post and wanted to have something more positive this time. We’re all still adjusting to each other and getting better at it every day. That last post was three weeks ago and feels like months ago. She alm Continue reading Good Friday