A VERY SATISFIED MAN • by Bern Sy Moss
At this moment, I am a very satisfied man. Beth is lying next to me, snoring softly. I am going to make this work, I can make this work, I tell myself. A divorce is out of the question now… Continue Reading
At this moment, I am a very satisfied man. Beth is lying next to me, snoring softly. I am going to make this work, I can make this work, I tell myself. A divorce is out of the question now… Continue Reading
— trigger warning for statutory rape, ephebophilia, sexual predator — Facts may appear solid. Jane knew they mattered, especially since she made her living as a lawyer. History happened, just as stone transmuted into sand, and memories drifted like the… Continue Reading
Monday, staring at lychees in the specialty shop, Zuberi wondered who had murdered the snitch. And how he and Rosa could have quarreled over something so — impersonal. They were an ideal couple, had met in their late thirties, wiser.… Continue Reading
“Are you sure it’s the defence you want to go with?” her colleagues asked her. Nina leaned against her desk, chewing on that mangled pencil that always calmed her nerves before a big case. “I think so.” “When has that… Continue Reading
Something in the darkness moved, and Herr Bruegel awoke. A large, rough hand stole over his mouth, stifling the cry before it could begin. “Do not cry out, Herr Anwalt,” a voice said. “I mean you no harm, but I… Continue Reading
At least a dozen people stood ahead of Mike in the Post Office, all eager to get home for the holidays. Most were like him, professionals working in the city. Lawyers, executives, doctors — you had to be quite wealthy… Continue Reading
Tim looked up from filling his tank and saw a middle-aged man. Tim’s mobile phone rang. Damn, it was his secretary again. “Yes, Sylvia… The meeting’s at three.” He sighed. “Can’t you do anything yourself? … No, you can’t leave… Continue Reading
The man came into the waiting room of the attorney’s office, stray flakes of snow blowing in behind him as he closed the big wooden door. “Can I help you?” the receptionist asked brightly. “Is Mr. Jeffers available? I was… Continue Reading
Solemnly, the seven little lawyers looked down at her. Even comatose in her hospital bed, she was so beautiful — her skin, white as snow; her lips, red as blood; her hair, black as ebony. “Who are we meeting with,”… Continue Reading
The aliens served us twice. The first time I read up on in law school. A solid iridium disk the size of a manhole-cover fell from the sky, embedding itself deep in the great Ziggurat of Ur in southern Iraq.… Continue Reading