Superhighway

I’m assigned to a county road crew picking up trash along the interstate highway wearing an orange vest and helmet. There are four of us on the crew…


Why We Can’t Have Nice Things, Part 3

It was my generation, after all, that had brought this about. It was we who were the food and sex addicts. My parents’ generation didn’t snack. They…


Blue

I met Blue when I was sitting on a bench in front of some disreputable high-rise flats. It was about midnight. The fact that I wasn’t wearing…


NEET, Part 7

L. Ben found his cigarettes and left to smoke. He heard the scraping sound of the monster’s paws as it followed him out of the house. He went to slam…


The Purple Platform

Maribel piled the kids into the car. Two were her own, one belonged to a friend. She’d offered to drive them all on their outing, to let the other…


The Smoking Nun

“There is Christ, or there is death.” This was an odd thing for Andrew to say, given the man’s generally jovial character, and was sufficiently…


Falling

In the middle of the night, you hope for the bright of the day, but sometimes---or most of the time when you wish for it---it never comes. And that…


Why We Can’t Have Nice Things, Part 2

My parents had a lot of Jewish friends, and so did I. In fact, I was taken to school throughout my childhood in a carpool made up of Jewish kids. Our…


Tough

Years ago, I was a great fan of Mickey Spillane. Mike Hammer was the toughest dude ever to hit the literary scene. Could anybody ever be tougher?…


NEET, Part 6

XLV. When Ben got home, all he wanted was to smoke and get high. He had to think about things, replay every moment of the therapy session until it…