“Sir? All right, sir? No, no, it’s fine. One second, hold on.” My fingers shuffle through a pile of remix cubes. Gardener. Undertaker. Shuttle Pilot. I think this guy should be a musician. Clipping the cube into the transit groove,… Continue Reading
From across the yard, it looked like a sliver of glass in the herb bed. Ellen wasn’t surprised by it. New house, new gardens, all sorts of things had surfaced during the summer. She’d found handfuls of nails under the… Continue Reading
Gus picked up his brother’s pistol, immediately struck by the weight of the thing in his hand. He popped open the barrel, filling it full of lead ammunition and slapping the gun shut. He considered the whiskey on the bar… Continue Reading
The radio alarm woke me to the quiet notes of Johann Sebastian Bach’s Air on the G String. Six a.m. Still dark outside. Oh!… the luxury of the morning’s first stretch while still wrapped in warm, flannel sheets. Just a… Continue Reading
Jeffrey sipped from his tea, put the cup back down and stared in front of him. He had the feeling something had slipped his mind. What could it have been? Wait a second, he thought. Hadn’t he prepared something for… Continue Reading
When his mother called, said Daddy was dying, Mike knew he would sell the guitar for a plane ticket home. The first caller was a bust. Offered three hundred. Three hundred for a John 5 Fender. The guy was clueless.… Continue Reading
Hank asks me questions I shouldn’t have to answer. Like when I get up to pee at two o’clock in the morning. He says, “Where you going?” So he’s a light sleeper and worried that Jack the Ripper might be… Continue Reading
The young man in the old clothes was called to rhyme the rats to death. When there were too many rats in the basement to accept with a smile, folks in the neighborhood called him. He’d amble up in his… Continue Reading
“What’s your favorite color?” the top-heavy, leather-bound blonde asked him. “I don’t believe I’m doing this,” Gawain mumbled. “Speed dating.” “Answer the question.” “Green,” Gawain stated. The blonde stared at him from wrinkled eyes. “It’s your turn.” “Why do you… Continue Reading
They say goldfish have pitifully short memories, that by the time they’ve circled the fish tank they’ve forgotten the trip. Each bubble, each food pellet, each warming ray of ultraviolet light is the only one. As the goldfish pauses to… Continue Reading