We gathered under the willow, just like always, and Billy broke out the cards. “So, ah, what it’ll be amigos?” He said, shuffling with his smooth-skinned hands. “Hey, Chiefy, d~ju bring the firewater?” Mikey asked me. Chiefy, that’s what they called me. It wasn’t my …
When he awoke, his hands were numb. “Alma,” he said, “my hands are asleep.” He said it with some alarm, but she just grunted. “You must of slept on ’em.” Somewhat hypochondriacally, he wondered if the numbness were a sign of muscular dystrophy, or some …
Rachel Wispe jigged her short, plump body along to the radio as she decorated the Christmas turkey. She’d made a pledge to herself that after the festive season she would loose a few pounds and buy herself the slinky dress she’d seen in the stores. …
Sunday morning cartoons on the TV beer cans in the baby’s crib the smell of her all over the apartment I woke up sprawled on the carpet the back of my neck wet by my own vomit a sour mixture of bile, beer, and …
You were there, then. You sat in a director’s chair by the kitchen window, the canvas worn and frayed at the seams, and sipped nervously from the cup of coffee I had brought you. The table was painted green and purple; we had stayed up …
The other five found Gerald on the floor sometime in what they called the morning. It wasn’t really morning, only that the lights were back on, but it was the closest they’d come to morning in months, maybe longer. The interval between Duane’s appearance and …
