Scales

September 16, 2017  :: 0 comments

Come in! came a voice. Hurley went in and confronted a bald well-built man in a wife beater undershirt with an electric guitar strapped on, playing scales slowly with no amplifier to the tick tock of a tall red metronome. He didn’t stop when he saw Hurley. He just nodded What do you need? I need your name. The ticking …

The Mary Kay Lady

January 20, 2017  :: 0 comments

What do you have that I might buy for my girl? What do you have that I might buy for my sweetheart? The Mary Kay lady who just rematerialized looked at him with skeletal cheekbones and said, for what seemed to him the ten thousandth time, I told you I told you I told you, I did: I’ve got nothing …

Cured

September 25, 2015  :: 0 comments

Featureless, he sat before the therapist. Blank faced, serene, just a slit of a mouth in his smooth round face to go on, to speak, to answer; no eyes, no nose, nothing. So how do you feel, asked the therapist. How do you feel today? What brings you here? The mouth moved in the smooth peach fuzzed face making words. …

Ten Minutes and One Second

June 26, 2015  :: 1 comment

King’s Dominion, July 28, 2009, 5:50 PM. Sharp beaver claws and teeth gnawing, grasping; broad flat tails slapping. They walked along on the crowded hot blacktop. What a day we have had here don’t you think? Yes—I’m pooped. Gnaw—gnaw the wood. Must have wood. Must have lots of wood. Find wood. Look—a Fudge and Fun stand. Want to have some? …

Friends

April 3, 2015  :: 0 comments

The two sat in an empty plain windowless room with one door, at a thin legged wooden table, on folding metal chairs. They’d been playing cards. You know I want to hear it, said the larger, heavily bearded man. What? said the skinny bald one. That you’re my friend. I want to hear you say that you’re my friend. The …

Waiting All Day for the Mailman

July 10, 2014  :: 0 comments

I’m awake, I’m awake—I only look asleep because I am in the daily trance of waiting for the mailman; I’m sitting on the front couch with a cold coming on. But my mood is good—the mailman will come. She will— When the mailman comes, it will just be wonderful! Who knows what she will bring what it can be what …

Fifteen Round Fight

October 18, 2013  :: 0 comments

Round 1: In every profession there are a few who choose to rise above the commonplace. Fighter 1: Undamaged. Fighter 2: Undamaged. Round 2: Along the path, each in his own way must, of necessity, exhibit judgment, accept the burden of responsibility, and with diligence fulfill his vital role. Fighter 1: Undamaged. Fighter 2: Cut ear. Round 3: Your visit …

Goddamn You!

February 25, 2013  :: 0 comments

She liked to let the bird out. She liked to let her out and watch it fly free from room to room of the house, from windowsill to windowsill. She liked the flurry of the wings and the mild brush of air that wafted over her when the bird flew by. Nothing should be caged up all its life, she …

They Run Hollywood

September 10, 2010  :: 0 comments

Wildman stood on the soapbox on the corner crying out words from the great handwritten book open in his arms before him; he had worked writing the book for weeks on end, he had planned this day carefully. Hair flying atop his tossing head, he stood screaming. —blanket is fuzzy is flannel is called a comforter, not a quilt or …

BRAAAAPhooooooo!

March 20, 2010  :: 0 comments

BRAAAAPhooooooo! HIT that loud pedal. RATTLE those neighbor’s windows. BRAAAAPhooooooo– BRAAAAPhooooooo– BRAAAAPhooooooo– Roll bar. Got to buy a roll bar for this beast. The class I’m gonna run in requires it. The car goes BRAAAAPhooooooo– Let’s see. A Remington 870 would do the job. That’s a good compact shotgun. Need an Optima Red Top Battery. This big engine takes a …