This one feels the most local of the bunch so far. Set on North Shore, but among people who live there. It has the local vibe, although surfers don’t wax their boards to make them go faster. (They wax the tops of their boards so they won’t slip off the board while surfing. And don’t get me started about earthquakes, tsunamis and storm surge.)
I’ve seen houses like that of the main character, Suzanne, on pilings real close to the shore. I have a friend who used to live in that area, in a 100+ year old house standing maybe 40-50’ from the water. The house had repeatedly been floated up into the valley behind it by monster surf and storm surges.
The mystery in this one is, who’s the incredibly skilled burglar cleaning out jewelry, electronics and other valuables even when the owners are home? It has a warm, gentle humor that made me laugh a couple of times. And the end will surprise you.
So go buy the Dark Paradise anthology and find out.
Wow. This story by Hannah Cheng of relationship problems between two UH dorm roommates, with its powerfully ambiguous climax, just may be the star of the Dark Paradise: Mysteries in the Land of Aloha anthology. I cared about both of the main characters, giving the ending even more hefty emotional meat (however you choose to interpret the ending).
Go buy the anthology just for this story, if nothing else.
Perhaps appropriate for this end of Easter Sunday, during National Poetry Month:
At the tomb of love
I came to say I was wrong,
But you were already gone,
stone rolled away,
© 2017 David W. Jones
Have read the first story, “Jimmy Chan, Counterspy” by Bob Newell, in Dark Paradise: Mysteries in the Land of Aloha. Fun and lightly humorous. Jimmy finds himself way out of his league, up against Chinese and Russian spies experienced in very-modern rendition and torture. And his client is a former US intelligence agent whose reasons sound a bit suspect themselves.
To find out how it turns out, go buy the book and meet Jimmy Chan, Counterspy.
National Poetry Month
So read poetry, write poetry, and be a poet. It’s OK. We’re big kids now!