“Getting strangled to death was the last thing in the world she imagined she would be doing Thursday night, the day after graduating university.” –BSB
the black-jack dealer laments over a hi-ball: “It’s depressing. All day I see people lose their money. I’m contributing. I’m part of it. I’m losing along with them.” –BSB
I can hear her now from across the room: the princess, with doe eyes she believes she lives here this is her living room, and these are her people a party her party, perhaps and she’s doing her duty, entertaining guests until the music dies and the curtain falls – BSB
It just didn’t make sense. Not yet at least. Questions buzzed his skull like hummingbirds on a vengeful tear, and he had not the answers with which to sate them. Perhaps if he drank enough, they would come. Perhaps if he sat at the bar long enough, the world would simply move on. Perhaps, heContinue reading “Hummingbirds”
Lights shine artfully from towers that stab the night sky. That’s the key. The fill light seeps from lamp-posts and taxis and pedestrian cars. The darkness becomes the subject that’s framed in heroic personification. Alley-bound prowlers become protagonists in the urban ballet of apathy and compassion. Smoke emits from gutters to languish. Ambition puts rootContinue reading “Hunting Ground”
Perch adjusts the 50″ flat screen in his grasp, scared paranoid above anything else of allowing it to touch the sidewalk. The way they make these things now, they’re almost designed to shatter. His mind babbles, groans, mutters.
Pretty girl. Nice dress that shows off her legs. Just below her left knee, on the inside, sits a bruise the size of a dollar coin. Looks like a slightly faded ink spot. Like a slightly overripe banana.