I was sitting in the end booth minding my own business. I always mind my own business. The corned beef was on its way. After so many years, Jennifer knows what I want, and I’ve been on a serious corned-beef kick. The Clayton Diner’s known far and wide for its sandwiches, especially the kosher ones. […]
Palm Springs is a pastel city. Everything in it has a tint of gray, its buildings, its furniture, the clothes worn by its people, and most of all, in their sexual proclivities-ambiguity. So, when they found Stoddard Wells dead, splayed out in a sterile alley near a large potted plant, in his only suit, wearing […]
Edith Witkin had not left her house since her husband died. That was two years ago. At first, she wrote it off to extreme grief which she believed would pass. But even after her sorrow eased somewhat, she still felt unmoored, a desolation and terror that kept her glued to the seat of her La-Z-Boy […]
“Hurry,” Helen said. Through the phone her voice was shaky, scared. I ran to my car and drove the 10 miles into town like a crazy man. A black-and-white was on the scene, she’d called the cops after calling me. Her car was in the middle of the lot, rear bumper still kissing the front […]