Wheelwoman

Wheelwoman

Molly Blaze left the marriage with the only thing she brought into it—her 1987 Buick Regal Limited T–Type Turbo. Funeral black. Chrome bumpers and trim. Blood red velour pillow seats and paneling. The first thing she bought herself after college. An investment in her...
The Bus

The Bus

My memories are coming at me almost as fast as are the fists and the boots. Here is Mom, reminding me to respect my elders, to always clean my plate, and to avoid public transportation so that no one thinks I’m a cheapo. How humiliating … to be getting a beatdown like...
Finders, Losers

Finders, Losers

“My name is Arthur Tracy, but around the cop house, everyone gets tagged with a moniker. So, when I made detective, I got christened “Dick.” I’m not on the force anymore, but I am a P.I. +++++Sometimes when I’m on the job and waiting to get a long-range shot of...
Out Of Hand

Out Of Hand

Jake rolled in around two a.m. and parked his truck in the driveway. Yawning, he hopped out and wandered into the neighbor’s yard where he found a nice patch of azaleas to piss on. After a brief conversation with a garden gnome (Jake did most of the talking), he...
Last Known Address

Last Known Address

The band of motels hugging the hillside were booked, except for a by-the-hour vacancy edging the carnival. The marquee flashed under a bite of moon hanging high above us. +++++Before dawn, I awoke in a daze. In the bathroom, Sheila groomed herself with one leg resting...