The L-Shaped Cafe

The L-Shaped Cafe

The old man’s skin is pale in the flickering light, the texture of worn parchment. Dark glasses turn his wrinkled face into that of a desiccated bug. His body seems like it could crumble at any moment from the shaking of the train. If not for the furry tufts pulsing...
Knot Guilty

Knot Guilty

Caleb Goodman was half Oneida Nation and half White American. He was proud of his Iroquois heritage and treasured his Oneida name, Black Badger. He was a fit, fifty-year-old owner of the Courtland Lumber Yard when his life fell apart. Life had been good to him. He had...
Another Saturday Night

Another Saturday Night

He lay face-down on his spare bed, naked below the waist. He’d chosen the spare to avoid damage to his gorgeous new quilt, a hundred percent goose-down, cost the earth. It looked like that was just as well. +++++Moving was difficult, but maybe he didn’t need to....
Requiem for Guitar and Voice

Requiem for Guitar and Voice

Izzy aimed his Strat and sent it flying. It teetered on the edge of the cradle – then rocked back into place. Staggering to the kitchen table he took a long pull from the half-empty bottle; his breath hit back like lit kerosene. Closing his eyes he gasped,...