Published: Oct 26, 2020
The Drummer
featuring: Larry Bernard
Behind the drums he looked short. I had been meaning to meet him for weeks now, but this or that thing in life had kept me from entering the bar. For some ...
Published: Oct 26, 2020
Behind the drums he looked short. I had been meaning to meet him for weeks now, but this or that thing in life had kept me from entering the bar. For some ...
Published: Oct 23, 2020
Jeffry lay in the park, near the top of the sledding hill, watching the clouds float through the sky. He was having trouble seeing anything but blobs of puffy whiteness. His mind ...
Published: Oct 22, 2020
It was raining. Again. Today would mark two weeks of rain, everyday, by Angela's count. Not rain every second during that time; there had been breaks, just rain each day at least ...
Published: Oct 21, 2020
Angela looked down from the balcony to the street below. Tiny people moved about, cars flowed in a stop and go march from stop light to stop light, smaller than matchbox cars. ...
Published: Oct 20, 2020
She stood on the sand, watching the water swell in rows rolling toward the shore. They reached top speed, crested, turned to waves crashed down on the beach. The foamy remnants never ...
Published: Oct 19, 2020
He played bass guitar, even though he was not any good. He played with his eyes closed and sweat on his face. Simon did not mind that he couldn't play worth a ...
Published: Oct 16, 2020
Simon liked to ride his motorcycle. The feel of the wind in his long hair and on his face. He never wore a helmet, defying the statistics. Weaving between cars on the ...
Published: Oct 15, 2020
"Working too much is going to kill you," was scrawled on the inside cover in foreign handwriting. Kean stared at the lettering, trying to remember who had left him that note. A ...
Published: Oct 14, 2020
She looked at him over the papers briefly and continued reading. He sat stiffly in the plastic chair at her desk. "I do not understand it," she said finally. "What?" he said. ...
Published: Oct 13, 2020
"You try too hard," she said. "Is that a thing?" Eric asked. "You're 120% and everyone else is seventy or maybe eighty percent on a good day." He sat there, eyes on ...