Ryan E. Felton

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

    11 Idora didn’t understand why we should have to go to the funeral. She hadn’t seen Noah in years, nor did she have any idea that I had been working for him or that I’d developed any sort of connection to his late fiancée, so I could understand why she was upset over having to…

  • 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…

  • 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…