THE DUKE Part XX Jimmy blasted the Spyder up the flank of Diamond Head, the Corvair’s turbocharger emitting a pleasing jet engine whine until taking the corner onto 16th Avenue. Seconds later Darren was home and Jimmy took off again. With its strange rear suspension...
THE DUKE Part XIX Sandy Beach was called Sandy, but only by Haoles and tourists. It was Sandies Beach to the locals, just like the wonderful Bellows Beach further around the shore, just beyond Waimanalo, was called Sherwood Forest to them. The tourists who visited...
THE DUKE Part XVIII Sunday took a long time in coming, as Darren lay in his bed, under a giant poster of the moon, carefully pinned to the wall above his head. The night had been long and filled with waking moments of terror. Terror that Jimmy might not make it back...
THE DUKE Part XVI Darren moved toward the Moana Hotel, using the hot sidewalk instead of the more protective cooler sand along the shore. He’d left his flip flops in the car, but it had only occurred to him that he’d done so when he began his trek back to the...
The Duke Part XV How had the cop known that Jimmy was a military brat, and therefore needed transport to the Naval Hospital at Tripler instead of Queens or some place closer and private? Why was the Army coming? And why were the cops acting so weird, like a...