Patients

Mr. Wren sat in a chair by the cold window. The sun was out and doing all it could to … More

A Childhood Memory from the Immortal Magic Ice Cream Man

The first time I watched a beheading, my father stood beside me. His hand perched on my shoulder. He squeezed. … More

Spine Call

Rrrrrriiiiiiiinnnngggg. Rrrrrriiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnggggg. ‘Hello.’ ‘Roland, hi, it’s me.’ Breathing. Breathing. ‘What’s wrong? You sound out of breath.’ ‘What’s wrong? I’ll tell … More

You Smell of Smoke

It’s snowing out. A few weeks before Christmas Day. You’re shopping for presents. A scarf, red like something burning to … More

The Stars and the Shooting Wire

Downtown, five men and five women, masked, and tightly gripping their automatic guns, storm into a department store. Inside, they … More

The Phones

The smell of gunpowder makes its way into my nose. God. You’d think a cop wouldn’t mind the smell. Might … More

The Mass Grave of Mayors

The voting came, and the voting went, and the election was over. The incumbent mayor had lost. The round man … More