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Martin Ross

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2021

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Bad Moon Risen: A Mike Dodge Mystery

Martin Ross

The home was erected in 1935, a totem of privilege amid sweeping poverty and uncertainty born of a horrific world war, a global plague that had filled American cemeteries, and the abrupt and abject failure of hallowed financial institutions.Abominable taste wasn’t merely its origin story – the design was an amalgam of then-popular architectural fads, portentious “classic” touches, and the homeowner’s narcissistic whims. Nearly a century later, the house at 340 West Winwood was no longer anything anyone might call a showplace, save each fall,...

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Good Night Sun: A Mike Dodge Mystery

Martin Ross

Submitted to Contest #214

“Oh my God, just look at that sunset!”Mike stirred, swallowed a sigh with a residual essence of his morning chorizo, and lowered his Kindle.Raymond Chandler, The Long Goodbye. While he’d read the thing a dozen times over the past 40 years, Mike’d downloaded it that morning after listening to some $300 haircut with a New York honk mangle a cordial “muy bien” into a preening “muy bueno” to the inscrutable delight of the lobby breakfast host. Mike understood maybe one word of the host’s sardonic response to a server before he spotted the tubby ...

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Hearts A-Pfishing: A Romance as by J.D. Robbed

Martin Ross

Submitted to Contest #213

Dedicated to and based on a concept by Danschneider Arroyo, for every scammed author and lover everywhere...Chapter 54East Vrmlmelmnsk, SybursloveniaAt last, Alexis’ heart’s desire was within one GPS turn of fulfillment, and her desirous heart thumped rapidly as she crossed the landfill beyond the village bazaar.The trans-Atlantic journey, the loss of her luggage at the charmingly quaint bicycle-powered Aeropotschk carousel, the succession of taxis and taxi robberies, the bribes to countless provincial cops, the chicken she was coerced to bu...

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The Big Picture: A Mike Dodge Mystery

Martin Ross

NOTE: Only Jill Bolte Taylor is real. We graduated together from Terre Haute South Vigo High — a memory now wiped from this brilliant, inspirational woman’s mind.Professor Deshpande and I were seated in buttoned club chairs before a massive flagstone hearth that might have accommodated a black rhinoceros on a spit. Robust flames devoured the cellulose and oxygen within its gaping maw, relishing the meal. The spines of the gilded volumes flanking the fireplace were aligned as if with a micrometer.The professor was unexpected but welcome compa...

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Visitant

Martin Ross

Submitted to Contest #210

News of the alien invasion had dominated the news around here for several days, but Oscar and Nicole saw no option but at least to try.Nicole already had lost two cousins to the inhumans’ violence in their town two states away, and there was little reason to believe there would be much mercy or humanity when they reached their destination. They controlled the water and food supplies, battling and battering the resistance. They apparently had been bred to hate the humans who ventured into their appropriated territory, and had no hesitation in...

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Off Route: A Mike Dodge Mystery

Martin Ross

Submitted to Contest #209

The second thing I noticed about the man on the bench was his copy of National Geographics Journeys of a Lifetime. It had fallen into the dirt beside the wrought-iron/soy composite seat – the one I’d probably seen him occupying a half dozen times. I assumed he’d obtained it only recently, probably a gift or an Amazon whim – the second half of the volume was flat, clean, unsullied as yet. The first half had been turned and worried and crimped, and I saw the edge of a bookmark peeking from the pages.The first thing I noted about the man was th...

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The Proof in the Topfenstrudel

Martin Ross

Note: the following story is a sequel to “Mexican Day.” Dedicated to Marty B.Frau Boetterwein smiled as she pulled a tray of piping topfenstudel from the huge oven that had saved five generations of Boetterweins from the wolves, the jackals, the dreckige schweine who’d for that brief but fateful time had desecrated her beloved Vienna with their mere presence.The baker’s smile blossomed as she turned toward the window that faced onto Herrengasse and the flow of commerce, pleasure, and diplomacy that had transformed her ageless city. The Ameri...

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Like Home

Martin Ross

Submitted to Contest #207

2006I barely recognized him. I mean, there was no mistaking Craig’s long square jaw, the shock-blue eyes behind now-superfluous designer frames. His name was on a whiteboard under a bolted flatscreen, and the others loosely arranged about the tight, spare space would testify to the fact of it all.It was Craig, in rough sketch in a nightmare journal, deep lines and gaunt hints and his essence charcoaled in by a tortured artist wholly unfamiliar with the model. He managed a smile as I approached bedside. It was a flickering glint at the b...

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Prompt Care: A Mike Dodge Mystery

Martin Ross

“CUT!”I recalled Sir Laurence Olivier’s presumed advice to young thespians, and instinctively clenched my sphincter as the director barked.I glanced about for red faces, overt mortification, or the possibility that our star Wesley Brett hisself might have neglected the barn door during the recent pee break. And concluded that as usual over the past 64 years, I was the problem.“Man with Pug, a word, please?” the aging director called. “No, just you. The pug was fine.”I’d seen the director in a creaky ‘80s Britcom once when I’d been too lazy o...

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Mexican Day: A Tinkering Story

Martin Ross

Submitted to Contest #206

CAUTION: This story deals with harsh contemporary themes including racism. 2014Palm ShadowsUnit 118Wednesday8:12 a.m.It was Mexican Day.Shirley awoke to a cacophony of blowers and mowers and trimmers and sprayers, punctuated by harsh foreign phrases and derisive cackling. Not a peep when she ventured outside, which she strove mightily to avoid doing before 11, when the HOA sent them packing.Her sole contact had been the winter prior, when the Mexicans had thrice sheared her oleanders nearly to the nubs, and despite her patient but stern expl...

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Nectar of the Ungodly: A Mike Dodge Tale

Martin Ross

Palm ShadowsGilbert, Arizona6:26 p.m.October 31, 2022I’d already encountered a full set of Avengers — the virtual Pokemon of Halloween – a few Harley Quinns (PG version), a coven of witches both old-school and merched-out Hocus Pocus, a few stragglers who hadn’t yet outgrown their siblings’ Woody the Cowboy duds, and one small, un-ironic Trump.“And who might you be?” I beamed as a tot in a horned fur hat and face paint approached. Then I placed it – a hometown AZ boy, in fact, known for his superficial interest in indigenous wizardry and sup...

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About Time: Tinkering Part 8

Martin Ross

NOTE: This concludes the trilogy that began with Titty Show and In AbsentiaTHE DAY OF THE DEAD3/2/2014 (2)“You crazy old fuck,” Reynolds greeted, sotto voce, nodding cheerfully to Unit 63 and her bug-eyed bichon frise across the lane.Theron Cross stepped aside, as if the big man had merely dropped by with an inexpensive but thoughtful bottle of pinot noir. “You look haggard. I think there’s a Foster’s left in the fridge.”“You crazy old fuck,” his friend reiterated, carefully easing the inside door shut. “What did you do? Get back here. I don...

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In Absentia: Tinkering Part 7

Martin Ross

This is a companion piece to Titty Show and the forthcoming Tinkering 8 2014 Dodge selected a lounge near the far end of the lot, where young Latinos in checked polos rag-dried three lanes of Infinitis and Beemers and Teslas and Enclaves. He reasoned the Honda would be down the list, and tugged the iPhone free. His post-retirement Facebook “Friends” were a hodge-podge of former associates, ag writers and broadcasters, community acquaintances, his few moderate/left-tilting Palm Shadows neighbors, and the “ghosts” – those he’d long abandoned...

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The Titty Show: Tinkering Part 6

Martin Ross

Submitted to Contest #204

Note: This is a companion piece to In Absentia and the forthcoming Tinkering 8.“Indubitably, magic is one of the subtlest and most difficult of the sciences and arts.”― Aleister CrowleyThe JavelinaSaguaro Junction, AZKurt’s third Titty Show went down like mother’s milk, and he rapped the bar for a fourth. Treena, behind the stick, was all about the profit margin and not so much about the shitbags who frequented Saguaro Junction’s least Yelp-ed biker haven. She pulled the Everclear the Javelina’s patrons preferred to Stoli, snagged the house ...

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Virtual Grit: A Mike Dodge Roundup

Martin Ross

It would have to have been Rear Window. Sometimes the Trope Gods are with you, sometimes they’re laughing their asses off.I hadn’t originally planned on streaming me some Hitchcock. The new American Dad had dropped, and the latest Shyamalan flick was free on Peacock – the way I’d liked my Shyamalan the best since Mark Wahlberg vs. killer trees.But Peacock as it turned out was showcasing Hitch’s ’54 thriller to promote a wholly necessary six-part COVID-era remake with the guy who now played Magnum. The network’s inability to cough up an origi...

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