It was a rare moment of emotional intimacy, awash in a salvia-induced haze. The combination — salvia is an hallucinogenic plant-based drug — might have triggered something in his head, Ryan said.
Single frames of instability in this and that corner of his past converged, flickered, then unfolded into a violent scene and his long fingers wrapped around her neck.
They tumbled from the vehicle, her fighting for her life and him on top of her, strangling her into darkness. He bound her with tape, then started kicking and kicking. He grabbed a tire iron.
A moment from the Carey Shane Padgett capital murder proceedings.
There’s something about obituary writing that is undeniably enjoyable. Learning about a life, digging through the archives to figure out what they’d done — piecing together a thoughtful summary of a character. It’s stressful, at times, but the payoff is worth it.
“It’s kind of my job to wake up the city. They can’t do it as well without me as they can with me.” —Robert Michael Kennedy, The Roanoke Times.
How could I bypass the opportunity to invoke Snow White, Spider-Man and Dante’s “The Divine Comedy” in a story about buzzards?
Really, though. On a recent morning I was browsing through some government documents when I fell upon mention of a neighborhood vulture problem. My interest snagged, I trekked out into the community looking for people with an opinion about the issue. One of the birds soared above me during an interview. I did some research.
The end result was a short, fun little piece on the scavengers, and one small town’s effort to run them off.
*Photo Credit: Bibliothèque Municipale de Lyon