Stand By Your Man

Stand By Your Man

Ike Stanton climbed into his F-250 and sneezed out the clots Jerry Miller’s fist had made when it broke the cartilage and capillaries in his nose. Fresh blood spattered the front of his shirt as he dabbed with his handkerchief. He looked up when the hiss of the...
The Pusher and The Whore

The Pusher and The Whore

Now isn’t that a bitch? Motherfucker shot me over an eight ball. Can you believe that? Business just isn’t what it used to be you know and I ain’t talking Kensington Street either. I gave up on Philly a long time ago. Motherfuckers can have that place, they all...
Lou’s Cowboy Blues

Lou’s Cowboy Blues

A cowboy sits in the shade outside the restroom, smoking what’s left of a cigarette all the way down to the butt. He looks up as we approach and his gaze lingers on Shirley. He gives a low whistle when she gets alongside him, and tips the brim of his hat. “My, my,” he...
The Lot Lizard

The Lot Lizard

Eddie had his doubts about the girl from the start. She caught his eye first thing as he maneuvered his massive eighteen wheeler through the obstacle course of idling trucks. Impossible to miss her really. The way she held her slight frame in such a manner that all...