James D. Sullivan
“That ending you added, it ruins the whole point of the story.”
“Without that ending, the story makes no sense.”
“You didn’t understand the story. You weren’t there. You didn’t know him like I did.”
“I’m making a literary judgment.”
“Your version, it’s … view
I sat in front of Darren Prescott’s house for fifteen minutes before he noticed my car parked in his driveway. Snow blew down from the January sky, and though it wasn’t yet dark, Prescott flipped on the porch light before stepping outside.
“Shit,” I muttered, resisting the urge … view
I admit it, I ran away. After I was sacked in my mid-fifties and I drove my wife back into the arms of her daddy’s money, I had no way back to what I had done well in my life. There wasn’t even a way to get a … view
Edward Austin Hall
Hidden from his fellow attorneys’ view by the boardroom table, Reed Shields’s right hand drummed softly on the briefcase beside him. His left hand perched against his face like some uncertain insect.
“Again,” Ani Martinsson said to Terry Smith, their client. The previous day’s … view
A pair of Ghettobirds came for Ol’ Preacher Bag Lady at Five Points station, Eastbound to Indian Creek.
One of them hovered over Ol’ Preacher Bag Lady, a mechanical chimera with a tall, feminine figure, a hawk’s head, wasp wings and a kaleidoscopic breastplate. The head was not … view
How do you pick up a Goth girl? With your knees, not your back. She tried to remember who told her that as she braced herself, took a deep breath, gripped the handles and pushed with arms, back and knees. But the goddamn wheel spun again before the … view
It is Sunday night and we are standing on the porch after I’ve put our son to bed, saying goodbye, see you in a couple of weeks, etc. It’s the often perfunctory end to dropping our son back off with her, but it’s gotten warmer over the years. At first … view
“That’s a nice lighter,” Mark says. You hold it in your hand and you and Mark smile like it’s an orb. It is an orange and yellow Bic with a benevolent sun floating among pointy stars and a sleeping crescent moon. A portion of a circle with astrological … view
I can see me standing in the middle of a metal rope stretched between the staggering red walls of a deep red canyon. But the camera in my eye is drunk—to the right, to the left, a half inch there, a half inch back, one eyelid closes, the … view
I’ve got the flu and I’m in my bathrobe in the stairwell waiting for a callback from Steve Swann–the guy I’m crashing with from my therapy group. I stepped out for a smoke, forgot the key, and the door locked shut behind me. Getting locked out in the … view