See those crowds by the clock tower? Waiting for the mechanical figures to come out and dance? The clock to chime? Dumb clucks. They all look up. But hey! Don’t look at them. Look for the faces that don’t look… Continue Reading
Stefan found the monkey hiding under a dumpster in the alley behind the Caleta Hotel. He was a scrawny Barbary Macaque with matted, clumpy hair. Lost and hungry. Stefan, himself a little lost and hungry in a different sense, lured him with a… Continue Reading
Jimmy Fourfingers looked across the square, his professional eye appraising the mid-day office crowd. He shook his head. High-rise, latte-sipping zombies. Downtown the scores tended to be high, but there were also lot of eggs. For every Mr. Mark there… Continue Reading