Honestly Kid

by Daniel Damkoehler


premature fiction archive

Fresno Fragment

Like most old people, thinks William, old man Bergoyan can't cope with how pathetically boring most of his life has become. All of downtown Fresno is his respirator. A walk up two blocks from his apartment building -  inhale, three blocks over - exhale, lunch and still more coffee at a nouveau Armenian cafe (the first of the last of its kind) - inhale, walk to the park - exhale, ... +more+

September 19, 2007 | Part 3,premature fiction,raw

Drying Off

By the time Hernandez gets back to his squad car, the lower half of his pants are dry. He bags the knife he found in the canal gate as evidence. He makes notes for the report he will have to file on its discovery, trying to come up with a plausible explanation for the way he found it as he does. Investigating likely routes into the Sneed farm ... +more+

September 17, 2007 | Part 3,premature fiction,raw

Expert Work

Plaster radios Winnie at the station. He knows there is a code for this. He knows the code, somewhere in his mind he knows the code. "One-seven are you there?" She asks. "Dennis?" "Yeah, we have uh... uh... we have an apparent Nine-fourteen 'S' out at the Currie house." "S". "It's not Andy." Static hisses, breaks, and hisses again. Winnie hasn't any words to send. "Winnie?" "I'm here." "It looks like Mose." More hissing and then Winnie speaks confidently, ... +more+

September 12, 2007 | Part 3,premature fiction,raw


This headache. This darkness. Something cold and a massive heat over it. Where is his body? Where is he? Dennis Plaster brings a hand to his forehead. He rubs. His face is wet. He tries opening his eyes and catches them between his thumb and forefinger, pinching the bridge of nose. Why can't he hang on? He is coughing and trying to sit up. His hand has a hard time keeping track ... +more+

September 10, 2007 | Part 3,premature fiction,raw

Brenlee Morning Snapshots

When the first of the day shift arrives - a young volunteer who fills in between six and eight a.m. - Mose leaves the firehouse in the morning without a word. He drives across town aiming for that broken metal windmill marking the Currie property. * Across town, a cowboy is punching Andy Currie in the face. Officer Hernandez is grabbing the cowboy and escorting him outside. * Dennis Plaster is ... +more+

July 9, 2007 | Part 3,premature fiction,raw

Mose Brenlee’s Missive — 4

Mose Brenlee stopped writing. He took a deep drink of tepid coffee from the thick light green plastic cup that matched all of the dishes in the firehouse, ugly, old and durable to a fault. He read over what he had written, crossing out and correcting, underlining and inserting words as he went. He couldn't be sure he was making any sense and that calmed him. He reasoned, if I'm ... +more+

June 26, 2007 | Part 3,premature fiction,raw

Mose Brenlee’s Missive — 3

I know who killed those boys. I've known since the day they found the first one. At first I was afraid to say anything and then I was ashamed of my fear. After a while, the shame became a duller feeling and I was just disgusted. Sickened by this town and mostly myself. I'm as guilty as the one who done it and all the ones who helped him.
It was
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June 11, 2007 | Part 3,premature fiction,raw

Mose Brenlee’s Missive — 2

Besides the ghosts, and this is the second thing I have to tell you, I've kept a lot of secrets about Brenlee and the people here. Everyone who lives here very long has to keep secrets. I guess out of fear, mostly. Fear of losing what you have. Fear of having to move away and start over. Maybe even for me, fear of never seeing the ghosts again. Well, fear
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May 28, 2007 | Part 3,premature fiction,raw

Part Three — Mose Brenlee’s Missive

Mose Brenlee, in at least one respect, is like most early 21st century Americans, in that he is not much of a letter writer. He loves to receive them, even enjoys writing them, indulges in reveries of their romantic eloquence and lasting importance while watching Civil War and other pre-twentieth century documentaries on television, but Mose, at 63 years old, can think of only two personal letters he has ... +more+

May 16, 2007 | Part 3,premature fiction,raw

Noon — End of Part 2

The Brenlee Volunteer Fire Department has three full-time employees. Andy Currie pushed the paper work to the people who knew how to do it, kept the list of keys well sorted, maintained and issued the beepers and walkies, made sure the Fall and Spring pancake breakfasts made it onto the city calendar, and generally used his broad lipless smile and cheery demeanor to promote the department in the community.Most people thought ... +more+