NIGHT Her new room wasn’t ready yet when she returned to the Inverness. That was just fine, she told Jordan, shivering in waterlogged clothes. She left the lobby and went past the bar, which was unmanned and off-limits by way of red suede stanchions. Teeth chattering, she poured herself two coffees in the self-serveContinue reading “Accommodations, Pt. 2”
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101 Reasons to Hate Dogs
with thanks to Bill, Bob, and Dodie “Not to state the obvious,” Selina said, “but I don’t really do dogs.” Bruce’s mouth tightened—not a smile; never a smile. The German Shephard at his feet let a strand of slobber patter onto hundred-thousand-dollar loafers. “It’s one night,” Bruce said. “I’ll be back from Santa PriscaContinue reading “101 Reasons to Hate Dogs”
Wholly Original Work
11/9 This morning I’m pouring sugar into my coffee and stuffing my fat dumb face with frosted donettes when old Bill Sluice from HR comes up to me. He says, hey Drew, got a newbie in an entry level position, down in Plagiarism. Seeing’s that’s your old stomping grounds, he says, figured you might showContinue reading “Wholly Original Work”
Doctor Kenworthy’s Jell-O Girl
At some point the orderlies had had to tranquilize Ameer. Not that he remembered the struggle—yanking tubes from his arms, attempting to bust his leg cast with a bedpan. Letting the Get Well Soon balloons out the window. Days later he awoke in his lumpy recovery bed for the second time. He whispered now whatContinue reading “Doctor Kenworthy’s Jell-O Girl”
Taken Root
TAKEN ROOT Ryan E. Felton FATHER Charlie didn’t like it at all when we told him they were building a new house on the vacant lot. He loves to play out there, you know, with the neighbor kid. Tall grass and rock pits and ditches for hide-and-seek. Big hills to tumble down, dirt clods toContinue reading “Taken Root”
Ryan Everett Felton 