As his hearing failed, Robert cataloged creatures with exceptional hearing so he could know them—a bat; a barn owl; a fox; any of the cephalopods; the dachshund he had when he was a little boy. At night, he would dream he was one of them, listening to the world.
Jon Berlin enjoys writing fiction. He owns a typewriter.
Midwest homicide. Burned blackened sunflower field. Body missing. Large black flies. No dental work; teeth clean as a whistle. Waterpik and floss. Black crows watching. A murder.
Private investigator. Retainer plus mileage, lodging, meals. Big black Buick bypassing back roads, sucking sunbaked blacktop. No GPS. Looking for bar, bed, breakfast.
Jon is a writer and collector of fountain pens and notebooks.