Walt Giersbach’s fiction has appeared Bewildering Stories, Big Pulp, Every Day Fiction, Everyday Weirdness, Lunch Hour Stories, Mouth Full of Bullets, Mystery Authors, OG Short Fiction, Northwoods Journal, Paradigm Journal, Short Fiction World, Southern Fried Weirdness, and Written Word. Two volumes of short stories, Cruising the Green of Second Avenue, have been published by Wild Child.
No one in Dorchester ever asks for charity, but we needed a lot when Superstorm Irene come through with ten inches of rain. I feared for our general store under all that water. Not that some tourists would come by… Continue Reading
“You look like you are down on your luck.” The voice came from a baggy-faced man. Kind of guy you’d call noir and brooding. “Might say that, mon ami,” I answered. We watched the croupier rake my last five dollars… Continue Reading
Food is more than nourishment. You can survive on boiled spelt and fried dandelion greens, but that’s like driving the freeway in a wheelchair. Chili, Stella told me, is one of those dishes that come on like a runaway truck… Continue Reading
“Thing is, I’m a situational smoker. I only have a cigarette when I’m facing a critical situation.” I half listened to the guy’s voice over the shouted chatter, wondering where my friends had wandered to. The club was a happening… Continue Reading
My Aunt Eleanor, up in the Riverdale section of the Bronx, is a funny woman. Not funny ha-ha, but whimsical. Uncle Samuel sold stationery supplies to dealers all over the eastern U.S. Eleanor said he was on the road so… Continue Reading
“You don’t talk much,” the guy wearing a blue shirt said. He looked like an ordinary Joe having a conversation except that he and his partner, the other bookend, were cops charging me with murder. “Duh,” I said. “I’m a… Continue Reading
Exhaust fumes and damp air hung over the streets in a miasma that exhausted Sidney Berger. Still two hours to drive the fleet cab before his shift ended. The half-filled container of coffee threatened to slip off the dashboard and… Continue Reading
Burt Forsyth was ready to rip out the fingernails of the girl sitting in the pew in front of him. That is, after he smashed her iPhone and shoved the plastic down her throat. While the rest of the congregation… Continue Reading
Jonas hunched deeper in the lawn chair with the rotting webbing and watched the puddle under his lemonade widen until it was the size of his hand. The condensation reminded him of the sweat under his armpits and the wet hair… Continue Reading
Willie Ortloff knew Pamela Sunshine was going to crash through his front door in about a minute and a half and begin asking questions — questions for which he had no satisfactory answers. He dreaded what was coming. Willie ran… Continue Reading