Wavelength, Part 1

I. London, late summer, 1970: a grey Friday evening, overcast but not raining. September the 18th, I think it was: the very night Jimi Hendrix died.…


Our Lady’s Bees

A brisk cool evening wind snatches the day’s warmth. Gathering it up from the Earth, the wind tosses it to the sky. Trees on the Île de la Cité wave…


Date Night

Ron says he has a tragic history with women. He goes through stages of blaming himself, of going on and on about where it all went wrong. How he…


Lightning

Before that first storm, people said that Melissa Summers had flashing eyes, striking looks, and an otherwise remarkable smile. Ten of us had…


Middle/Post II

Puke in the urinal. What unfolded as minutes was actually probably an hour. Ian blinked hard, pushing his eyelids together with all the strength he…


Japanese GF

I always pondered what it’d be like to leave the poisonous women of the Western world and plant my roots in the Far East. So one day, I hopped on a…


Geisha in the City of Death

“Wake up, wake up, wake up,” Neena hears this machine mantra repeated, close to her ear, as someone shakes her, jostles her, but without any real…


Vamp on E

They ran women, often girls, through the slipstream. Candida knew what she could get. She knew when assessing potential lovers that they would wind…


A Lesson in Justice

This boy, Charlie Cunningham, would go to Bunker Hill Park, and by tipping over a garbage can and using the bottom as a pedestal, he’d be able to…


Live Mas

the sun is so bright and dazzling (but not as dazzling as @yungpec on twitter) like a beautiful woman in a wheat field (but not as beautiful as…