Whiskey Always Makes Him Talk

Whiskey Always Makes Him Talk

Whiskey always makes him talk. +++++I hesitate before handing over the money and look from the barman to the glass. The kid behind the bar spills a little more into the already generous double. I pick it up and turn from the counter. +++++Bolton sits in the corner...
The Maximum High

The Maximum High

Nico was three parts excited, one part scared, as he readied himself to take a most extraordinary risk. The enigmatic 23-year-old striker removed his t-shirt and felt his pulse quickening: the upshot of both the circumstances and the opening bars of Energy 52’s Café...
Forgettable

Forgettable

You have one of those faces. Forgettable. Features? Nondescript. Hair? Halfway between blond and brown. In the right light, could be either. The length, also ambiguous. Maybe a boy’s, maybe a girl’s. Your height: average. Weight: ditto. +++++You’re the type of person...
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...