Author: jimlatham

  • Broken Rainbows

    “Wait a minute,” the woman holding the nine-millimeter said. “You know this guy?” Sean looked at me and said, “Yeah.” The woman holstered the pistol and shifted her pint glass to her right hand. The yard sloped downhill from the house. The porch where they were standing was about ten feet above the bench I…

  • Dina’s Gospel (4/4)

    O’Connor raised an eyebrow. “Stop trying to be funny and answer my questions.” “Okay. According the Word, Dina would replace Young Mary and bear Jesus, the Son of God. She’d raise him to listen to her, essentially becoming queen regent of the universe. She’d use that power to set the Church and humanity on a…

  • Dina’s Gospel (3/4)

    I lay panting on the silk sheets of the king-sized bed in Dina’s upper room at the Judge. When the laughter and clinking glasses from the barroom were louder than the blood pounding in my ears, I sat up. I heard the stairway creak as folks moved between the bar downstairs and the lounge across…

  • Dina’s Gospel (2/4)

    “Wait a minute,” O’Connor butted in. “This other woman. Is she a real person or part of whatever weird religious theater you and Dina were up to?” “Dina called it the Enactment. As I’m sure you know, Detective, that there were two Marys. The Virgin Mary and Mary Magdalene, the, ah, sex worker.” O’Connor looked…

  • Dina’s Gospel (1/4)

    Detective O’Connor didn’t look much like your typical Irish cop, mostly because of the way her suit clung to her figure as she walked through the door of the interrogation room. She set her mug on the battered metal table and lowered herself into the chair across from me. “That’s quite a mess over there…

  • Smooth Sailing

    To celebrate turning forty-five, I learned to roll my own cigarettes. I’d been living healthy for four and a half decades due to childhood indoctrination, but I’d rarely been happy for more than forty-five minutes straight. Rolling smokes gave me something to do and was easier than learning to play an instrument. DIY cancer sticks…

  • Josh Gets Busted (3/3)

    Josh squinted in the cold air. “Do I know you?”  “Don’t think so,” the Mexican said again. “But I know you.” He took a step toward Josh. “My name’s Carlos. Me’n my friends been watching what you been doing. How you been acting. So, tonight, me and you gonna have a little chat ‘bout your…

  • Josh Gets Busted (2/3)

    Marcus ignored the video poker machine and put five bucks on the bar. Anna set a club soda with lime in front of him. Marcus squeezed the lime. “How’s our favorite asshole? He take the bait?”  Anna nodded. “He take the bait and he take her money, too.” “What?”  “You watch,” Anna said. “When Josh…

  • Josh Gets Busted (1/3)

    When Mikey cut him from the floor, Josh figured he was guaranteed to get laid. It was 1 a.m. on New Year’s Day in Reno, he had two hundred bucks of tip money in his pocket, and he was only steps from a casino full of drunk chicks. All he had to do was roll…

  • Deluge

    Thunder rumbles. Lightning spikes. Cold rain pelts trampled grass, floods gutters, grounds kites, and confines boys, girls, and dogs to too-small houses where they press noses to windows and fog double-paned glass with playful hopes and pent-up energy. Eager bodies impatient for drier days fidget as numberless gray drops transform ditches to mirrors. Thanks, Justin,…