Ryan E. Felton

  • To Know a Veil (or: To Noah Vale), Part Two

    4 Sitting on a park bench with one manila folder tucked under my arm, I bet I had worse cottonmouth than even Patrick Lysey, what with the layer of Tums chalk coating my tongue and cheeks. Still, the area right under my belt felt no better, and I’d gotten nowhere with me and the detective’s…

  • To Know a Veil (or: To Noah Vale), Part One

    To Know a Veil or, To Noah Vale (Part I) Ryan Everett Felton 1 “I’m sorry, ladies.” I managed to get this out, bow my head and tip my trilby at the two cotton-haired bitties on either side of me before ducking my head into the open Samsonite briefcase on my lap. The hat fell…

  • Season’s Greetings

    Season’s GreetingsRyan Everett Felton              So, my neighbor thinks I’m the reincarnation of the Son of God.             I’d never met the man – Randal, his name is – but he has a higher opinion of me than most people have of anyone, if his Christmas card is any indication.…

  • Where Oh Where

    Where Oh Where (2012) Ryan Everett Felton             My mother asks me when I’m gonna give her a grandkid. I tell her to shut up and hang up the phone. She was mostly just kidding, I know, and I feel bad about it – not about hanging up on her or…

  • Baker & the Bowman Monk

    I’ve never been all that comfortable standing in a blockade of yellow police tape, and judging from the way I felt, surrounded by an uneven square of the stuff on the vacant lot outside Benny Hascomb’s place, I suppose I never will. There’s something about that command –DO NOT CROSS– that’s so stern it makes…