Just after he had died but just before he was sent back to his body, busted-up and requiring major medical attention, Geoff was allowed to ask God a question. He was not prepared. He kept looking down at his body,… Continue Reading
Alyce McDugal peering at me should have been the highlight of my life. I spent three hours waiting in the stupid Celebrity Meet and Greet Line. The crowds and bright lights made everything feel fuzzy, like a dream. At first,… Continue Reading
Harold sits, thinking. Not his best skill but something he does more and more often these days. Which, given his current situation, does provide some modicum of hope. He used to have it all. Only he didn’t know it at… Continue Reading
Static screams across the graveyard, a cascade of black and white snow that only a fool would consider beautiful. It is, even to my eyes, a television-screen blur, the feed coming through my optic-receiver lost for a moment in the… Continue Reading
The new red that year was a color no one had ever seen before. It filled the runways of Paris and Milan; it lined the shops of Madison Avenue; it showed up in Gap and JCPenney and Walmart. Everyone loved… Continue Reading
With his wife away, Danny ate dinner at the Gray Moose, a classic dark-wood pub. He signaled to a waiter for another beer. “Sure thing, Mr. McGowan.” With that, an attractive dark-haired woman sitting at the bar near his table… Continue Reading
I’m a friggin’ star, I tell Bev in a telephone call from Istanbul. She laughs just like I knew she would and I ask her to please wait for me. I’m coming back to you, doll, soon as I can.… Continue Reading
I glanced to my left and stopped myself from double-taking like a Looney Tunes character. I had to be contented with instead staring down at the waiting room tabloid magazine in front of me. The girl on the cover. The… Continue Reading
I can say it now; the gags have been removed. I can admit that I unleashed a monster upon America; a bumbling, mumbling television superstar that children love and parents loathe. Hear me; I created Richard, the One-Eyed Hound. I… Continue Reading
“How’s New York?” Mama whispers, as she tries to claw away a tube from her face. “Fine Mama. Just fine.” I reply. “I did an interview last week for a chat show.” “An’ what great tings you gotta tell the… Continue Reading