This is post 13 in Tim's serialized novel, A Typical Day in Miami. To start from the beginning, Click here Brian Newell dropped his car into drive and pulled away from the curb. Stopped by traffic at the corner of Bayshore Drive and Pan American, he took a slow, deep breath in — inhaling good vibes –followed by a slow deep breath out — exhaling bad. He did it twice more, reveling in the simple, calming effect of breathing. At the first break in traffic, he steered the Camry north onto...

This is post 12 in Tim's serialized novel, A Typical Day in Miami. To start from the beginning, Click here. Bolting from the Camry, Brian expected a clamor — crashing cymbals and hammering drums – a furor heralding the hero’s entrance in his opera. Yet, for all his agitation, the world remained curiously serene. Carlisle’s army of inflatable Trumps snapped and flailed in the distance. Plessy, microphone in his left hand, face, hair and clothes speckled with oily black dots, spoke calmly as he...

This is post 11 in Tim's serialized novel, A Typical Day in Miami. To start from the beginning, Click here The ancient Dodge pickup, engine gnashing, clouded by exhaust, entered the traffic circle and began its way round. It stopped in front of City Hall. Its acrid cloud continued forward, drifting beyond the truck, as perfect smoke rings popped one after another from its chugging exhaust pipe. Chrome testicles hanging from its rear bumper rested on the asphalt. Red, white and blue flags on...