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Cape Cod ...

has a secret that nobody knows … well that’s not true … though those that did, usually didn’t for long. But the few that knew and lived … oh, never mind … it probably won’t concern you … Welcome to Cape Cod! Enjoy your stay … avoid the marshes and dunes … and you should be fine … I think ...

Wonders of the Sea

TIMMY O’RIELLY WAS AN early riser at his summer home. He loved to be the first up, slipping on his bathing suit and heading to the beach to see what wonders the ocean had washed up on the sand that night. Maybe if he was lucky, he’d find a sand shark or horseshoe crab.

Popponesset Spit

The two brothers were busy pulling in another pair and Timmy didn’t feel he should bother them now with what probably was a stupid question. So he kept his mouth shut and stood guard against what he did not know. There was no one else on the beach and if there were they could have spotted them a mile away. Besides how could anyone sneak off with a pile of flapping fish?

Callahan's Today

What Brett had was a bundle of cash to get lost. So he’d ride his bike down to Callahan’s and stuff his face with whatever suited his fancy. Little did he know as he sat on bench outside of Callahan’s, devouring a chocolate chip mint double scoop ice cream cone, that this would be the day that eventually morphed him into a flat stomached blond haired young captain of industry ...

Behind the Church

“NO!” said Vern. “We’ll meet behind the church just outside of New Seabury at noon. Your mother screamed after she fell. No telling what happened after we left or who saw us leaving the neighborhood. We’d stand out like a sore thumb – two darkies and a carrot top.” “Okay, behind the church then. I know where it is.” Brett left not knowing what waited for him at home.

The Marshes to the North

WHAT DID THAT MEAN? The middle finger upraised in an antagonistic fashion, was it a curse or a spell? Pomarat did not know. He did not like this. But no time to dwell on it, that would come later when they got to the great marsh to the north. The braves had returned with a blind hurting Massot and Pomarat told them to move with great haste to the river.

Metal vs. Plastic

Hysko screamed! Massot screamed! Soccer mom screamed! The five future soccer participation trophy winners broke off their song and looked forward. Pomarat saw what was coming and hopped off the back falling to the pavement. Hysko tried to slam the putter handle on the brake but missed. Mom cut the wheel hard left but could not avoid hitting the front of the golf cart. Metal versus plastic – metal wins.

Southie

Colin ... left through the back door, down an alley and the three blocks to his and Timmy’s home. A normal scene in Southie … a man lugging his friend home after a drunken binge. But instead of tucking his friend in bed, he duct-taped his mouth, hands and legs and put him in the trunk of his car.

Sandy Neck

THEY FOUND THE ITCHIWAN in the remote areas of Sandy Neck. Outlying sentries confronted them with their bows drawn. Pomarat recognized none of them. “Who are you?” The two sentries looked at each other. “Who are you?” “Pomarat, Chief of the Itchiwan!” The two looked at each other. They had a chief. This man was a stranger ...

Hysko's Watch

Hysko nodded knowing he was intentionally being relieved of the carnage that would be coming to the camp. Pomarat did not trust him anymore. Hysko was not a chief, but he knew the most strategic move ...

Ambush Site

He now knew there was always a reason for Pomarat’s heinous actions. ... They went back to the spot, beyond the glow of the fire. They each fired their one arrow on Pomarat’s signal and began their retreat.

Pasmat's Dubious Promotion

Pomarat looked at Pasmat and smiled. “They’re not. They fled after we left. If I was not there, they knew they would be set upon by the other men of Nakim’s tribe. You alone are the chosen one to be a member of my band. I will teach you the skills so that someday you can become the warrior that Hysko has become!” Sarkem and Massot nodded in agreement. Pasmat was flattered but scared to death of the devil before him.

Yat's Camp Site

The glow of dying campfires dotted the shore line. Pomarat conferred with Massot and Sarkem. “We go down that path and raid the camp. Kill any man, old or young you encounter. Kill any women who resist. ... This tribe is finished. Our tribe begins.”

NAKIM'S CAMPSITE PRESENT DAY From the Bay

Same as it ever was

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Could Amos, Brett, Vern, and Timmy be responsible for this? It wasn't there when I began the story!

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