Days of the Week
Austin hated Sundays. He hated their liminal stillness, their uncertainties, their anticlimactic endings to the interminable work week. But most of…
Sales Pitches and Imaginary Midgets
Where was everyone? He had assumed the turnout would be low, but this? He checked the time again. 6:10. He sighed. A little longer, he thought. His…
No Man’s Land
“So yeah, you’re becoming too much of a liability,” he says. He pulls the joint back to his chapped lips and takes a brief pull. “And for those…
