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                                                                  T he Absentee Husband                                                            by                                               Austin Mitchell Part One( An excerpt)              Alrick Dixon was born in 1920 in the little district of Friendship in Trelawny. He came to Kingston when he was seventeen. He got apprenticed to his uncle Gladdy Deans as a welder. He lived in Franklyn Town and met several women. Alrick had three children before he was twenty-five with three different women. It was a shock when he met and married Maisie Dillon in 1947. The union produced six children and by that time he was a driver of heavy duty vehicles as the government stepped up its road building program.             “I’m going to work in a place called Keswick, Maisie,” he told her one day in 1959.             “Since you’ve been going all over the island on these jobs it has come to my attention that you have many women

The local officials have been mulling about a transportation centre for Downtown, Kingston. It might sound like heresy or blasphemy, but I believe that it should go in St William Grant park. I know that a lot of officials will be against that. We have to think of the safety of the commuters, drivers and conductors and the other JUTC workers. We remember when the transport hub was on Harbour Street what used to happen. Some people might even be afraid to go into the park, especially at nights. Parade simply cannot hold the buses. I believe that built properly, we can have a proper transportation centre in the park, that will only enhance what is already there. Please visit my Amazon pages by typing in Austin G Mitchell.

                                                    Wrong Directions (An Excerpt)                                                 a short story by                                                 Austin Mitchell             Romain thought they were on the right road to Darnley district. As they turned off the main road and drove on a dirt track they came upon a large tree trunk blocking the road. As the driver and Romain got out in an effort to remove the object in the road three masked men burst out of the bushes, waving guns at them.             “Don’t move. Lean up against the van and you guy from foreign take off your chains and your rings and empty out your pockets,” a big heavy set man ordered.             The two other men opened the van door and began moving out Romain’s suitcases.             “Hey guys, what’s the meaning of this? Is this what Darnley district has come to now?” Romain asked.             One of the men laughed.             “Darnley is about

I might have to write at least thirty books before I meet any success. I am working as an accountant. When I come home in the evenings I harsly have time to do any writing. I sent a copy of my book' Uptown Lovers' to a local publisher but I have not heard back from them. I am currently working on three projects: Better days are Coming, The Worst is Over Now and The Downtown Massive. I am asking for support on my writing. Please visit my pages at Amazon.

                Who wanted Dory Anthony Dead? by Austin Mitchell Chapter One          Dory Anthony was dead. The woman he was going to marry was dead. He had plans of getting engaged to her in June and then marry her a year later.              Dalton Ferguson sat looking into the Sergeant’s face.             “You said that you and the young woman were due to be engaged later on this year. So why did you bash her head in?”             Sergeant Bingham was quetioning Dalton in his duty office at the Duhaney Park police station.             “Don’t tell me. I know the answer. She spurned your proposal and you got angry. I know how you young men nowadays behave. You can’t have the woman, then nobody else will.”             “I’m not saying anything more to you until my lawyer gets here.”             “Your fingerprints are all over the piece of iron pipe. You must have slipped and fell after you killed her. You were lying beside her unconscious and holding the murd