A serialized story published chapter by chapter.
To say I’m mildly kissed by paranoia is to say that the Empire State Building is a duplex or that the Boston Marathon is a lovely stroll. So, when I asked Bobbi to “pretend” to give me the vaccine, breaking 17 kinds of Federal law, she wasn’t surprised. I didn’t ask her so much as sit down,…
“Look, Harry, stop it; we can’t fit another.” “Whaff?” came Harry’s muffled reply as eyebrows angled into concentration behind the paper mask. Every muscle in his shoulders ached as they pitched the limp, cold black trash bag into the waiting garbage truck. “I’ve had it, Harry. I’m 24 coffees into a 36-hour day, you can’t pay…
Jim got home after shopping and checking the mail (nothing but some legal firm hoping he’d slipped a banana peel). Jim followed systematic patterns. Park the Ford F150 twelve and one-half inches from the edge of the lawn. Count to three and open the door. Gather the groceries (tidily tucked into two tattered and faded blue eco-friendly bags with…
George Foreman clambered into the Huey like a man whose parents hadn’t expected their boldly named child to stand barely 5’0″ in work boots. Years of mockery accompanied his awkward ascent into the roar of rotating blades. He’d become something of a solemn, severe man who fit today’s mission like a tuxedo on Bond. The world…
The black phone rang. “Hello, health department.” She used to have a life outside of the cramped cubicle. Typical space for a government job, it was intended for the eight-hour day. Putty fabric stretched over a metal frame, meant to be functional, nothing personal, just a cube for serving others. The desk: enough for a monitor, a phone,…
Hand sanitizer stung. The slice through skin, torn as a thorn scraped through, now just another thing to ignore amidst the mild haze of tensions. Going out in public had become something of a walk through a minefield. And he’d know what that felt like. Every touch was a moment of compromise, like every step through the humid…
Works by that guy named Bill 