Coming Home

Coming Home

Ray Lujack was part of the parade for returned Vietnam soldiers in Melbourne in ‘72. He was walking in his uniform, the slouch hat on and his boots felt heavy on the hot asphalt on a thirty-plus day. Some young hippy girl with long, light brown hair and a severe...
Dead Men Walking

Dead Men Walking

The man wouldn’t let Trey go. He just wouldn’t. Trey’s front fender barely caressed his left hip while driving under five miles per hour on this narrow street. That didn’t stop the guy from crying blue murder. What is this? A shakedown? He thought Trey was rich?...
Time is…

Time is…

How old is the earth? Four billion years. My important time? Twenty years ago. Not even a speck. I’ll be thirty-four tomorrow, not old, not young, just alive. +++++I’ve learned a lot. Things happen and lives are frail. +++++So frail. +++++Including mine. +++++I work...
The Channeling

The Channeling

Lances of winter rain and freezing wind framed the morning she was discovered, the elements incentivizing the police, ambulance services and social services to get the death bureaucracy dealt with quickly. +++++The police cars and ambulances parked outside the...
Attrition

Attrition

Some guy decides to use my cab as a confessional, I’m supposed to ignore him? +++++I’m the last wildcat hack around here, white to boot, so word gets around. They pass my card hand-to-hand at bridge games, back porch barbecues, bible study. I’m not complaining. Long...