Rick Hartford

Joined February 2021

48 stories

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Writer, photo journalist, former photo editor at The Courant Connecticut's largest daily newspaper, multi media artist, rides a Harley, sails a Chesapeake 32 vintage sailboat.

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Natural Born Killers
By Rick Hartford The dead mans’s eyes were wide open in apparent surprise, as if he was shocked to find himself DOA on a Saturday night.
By Rick Hartford4 years ago in Fiction
Waiting for the other shoe to drop
By Rick Hartford To a private eye, life is waiting for the other shoe to drop. I get an SOS from a woman I really don’t know. A friend of a friend of my wife’s. She makes the call from her lawyer’s office.
By Rick Hartford4 years ago in Criminal
The Perfect Stranger
By Rick Hartford Ricardo Blackbird waited in the empty lobby. Glancing at his iPhone. Putting it away. Looking at the magazines: Mens Health, Cosmopolitan, Field and Stream. And, look at this! Readers Digest!.
By Rick Hartford4 years ago in Fiction
Event Horizon
By Rick Hartford A dense fog carried the sound of the church bells that signaled the passing of Rudy Strickland. In the graveyard, Harrison Grey held his Zippo lighter between his thumb and two fingers. He snapped hard and the lighter sprang open. He snapped the same fingers against the striking wheel.
By Rick Hartford4 years ago in Criminal
Norton Commando
By Rick Hartford Eddie Baker was running from the men in the Sharkskin suits. His Norton Commando rumbled down a dark highway under a black velvet sky painted with strokes of heat lightning.
By Rick Hartford4 years ago in Criminal
What The Birds Knew
By Rick Hartford We are sitting in our back yard in our Adirondack chairs, facing each other. We say nothing, my wife Mimi and I.
By Rick Hartford4 years ago in Fiction
Houdini
By Rick Hartford “Are you a spiritual man, Mr. Blackbird?” The woman posing the question was wearing a tiny white bikini as she lay on a black leather chaise lounge, smoking a Benson and Hedges menthol cigarette which she held in her left hand. In her right hand: a drink, which she sipped while holding the gaze of Ricardo Blackbird’s very private eyes.
By Rick Hartford4 years ago in Criminal
Devil's Cliff
Devil’s Cliff By Rick Hartford I grew up in suburbia during the 1960s, a time when there were no bogeyman, no child molesters and no monsters under the bed.
By Rick Hartford4 years ago in Families
Venus and the Shamus
By Rick Hartford The dame that had just sashayed into my office looked eerily familiar. She was the spitting Image of the etching of Venus on my Zippo lighter that I had been looking at moments before when I lit a Kool.
By Rick Hartford4 years ago in Fiction
The Green Hornet
By Rick Hartford My name is Ricardo Blackbird. Some call me Rico. Some call me Birdy. Some call me Dirty and yeah they’d be right.
By Rick Hartford4 years ago in Confessions
Lucy in Sky With Neon
Lucy in the Sky with Neon By Rick Hartford There was writing in the sky. Huge red neon letters above us with the clouds.
By Rick Hartford5 years ago in Earth
Alice in Wonderland
By Rick Hartford The old Ford pickup creaked up the dirt road near the river and stopped. Two men got out and stood by the cab for a moment, the smoke from their cigarettes drifting into the air like souls departing the newly dead.
By Rick Hartford5 years ago in Horror

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Natural Born Killers

Waiting for the other shoe to drop

The Perfect Stranger

Event Horizon

Norton Commando

What The Birds Knew

Houdini

Devil's Cliff

Venus and the Shamus

The Green Hornet

Lucy in Sky With Neon

Alice in Wonderland

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