Red Canary Stories

  4. The Place Between Two Towers “I don’t mean to pry into your business sir, but what on Earth brings you out here to Wych Elm of all places?” Hollis told the driver he was there to visit family. “Uh…huh…” Hollis glanced the driver’s skeptical expression in the rearview mirror.  “Is there something wrong?” Hollis pressed the man. The driver’s eyes returned to the road. “You’re lying.” The man told Hollis matter-of-factly. “I know what you’re about to say next. ‘What gave my lie away?’” The answer was a simple one: Hollis’ demeanor and manner of speech. “Wych Elm is geographically isolated compared to other towns in this region. Most Wych Elmites don’t talk like you. You grew up in the city or within proximity to one.” Hollis smiled, congratulating the driver on his sharp deductive reasoning. Even so, Hollis would not divulge his reason for visiting Wych Elm. “Some matters are best kept quiet.” The driver responded with a nod. Hollis was intrigued the man didn’t press...

  3. The Men in the High Tower Alexander chuckled with amusement as he waited for Solomon and his entourage to arrive. The Mayor of Wych Elm had called a meeting with the Silver Hightowers. Alexander wondered if his ancestor, Barnabas Hightower (the first patriarch of the Crimson branch), was turning over in his grave. “I’ll probably see the old bastard in my mirror tonight.” He laughed as he played with the engraved lighter in his hand. The twin Hightower families had always despised one another. So, it was bizarre that Alexander would invite their long-time nemeses to Old Cahawba for an in-person meeting. Many of the lower ranked Crimson Hightowers were against the decision, not that their opinions mattered to Alexander. He was their family head, their patriarch . There was no democracy under his roof. “Mr. Hightower,” a maid poked her head through the door, “Judge Solomon Hightower and company have arrived.” Alexander motioned for the maid to let them through. “Yes sir.” T...