Brad Harness

1 month ago | middlesexbanner.ca | Brad Harness

Written By Brad HarnessHis relationship with Roxanne had developed quickly. They both stayed at the Red Pheasant for another two weeks, and by then, they were only using one motel room most of the time. Jordan spent the daytime out looking - none too hard - for work. Roxanne kept herself busy with an old guitar she had brought along for her trip south. She’s a good singer, thought Jordan. And she plays well, too. One night she stayed out late, getting back to the motel after 11 o-clock.

1 month ago | middlesexbanner.ca | Brad Harness

Written By Brad HarnessThe crickets chirped loudly that evening as the sun set just past 9pm. Jordan combed his hair, creating a part in the centre. It was quite different from his part on the right side of his head he had used all his life. Now that his hair was dark brown rather than reddish, he concluded that he also had to get a hair cut to complete the transformation. But that’s enough for tonight, he thought.

2 months ago | middlesexbanner.ca | Brad Harness

Written By Brad HarnessJordan Smith walked out of the used car dealership lot counting the fresh bills in his hand. He nodded appreciatively as he recounted the two-thousand bucks. “This has gotta last…” he whistled, knowing how fast he had burned through larger amounts in his checkered past. First he needed a place to stay. He walked in to a pharmacy on the main street and purchased the hair dye.