I went over the exchange while driving home. They obviously didn’t have anything, or I would have been arrested. Even if—and it was a considerable if— the witness (‘Snooper’s Society’ caused me to chuckle upon reflection) was able to describe the person in the truck, so what? What did they really have? A dark-haired individual […]
Fiction: Cheri Coke: Section Seven by James C. Stewart
I wasn’t. Without a word, I fled for the washroom. I regurgitated what little was in me into one of Yesterday’s toilets, then dry-heaved for a minute that felt like a lifetime. I splashed cold water on my face for the second time and ran wet hands through my hair. I met my own dark-circled […]
Fiction: Handsome Little Rabbit by D. Salazar
Handsome little Rabbit was a writer, but this night in particular Rabbit had nothing to write about. Was he a writer anyway? He didn’t know, but he became afraid of not-being, so he put on his jacket and set out to find a good story. He found one inside a hollow tree, a perfect one […]
Fiction: Cheri Coke: Section Six by James C. Stewart
The statement echoed—as did the realization this would be the natural assumption, even if the news wasn’t reporting a seizure of cash. Hell, for all I knew, those in the shadows might even think a cop (or cops) had stolen the cash, hence no mention of it in the news. The dread eased back a […]