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Driving Rain
Ford drove into the night, past one rainstorm and into another. He was driving through the driving rain, he thought. His brain was always coming up with cool stuff like that. He was pretty smart that way. His wife sure didn’t think so, though. She seemed to think he was an idiot, but she just didn’t appreciate his intellect. He switched the wipers back on as fat drops started to hit the windshield. Whip-whap, whip-whap, whip-whap. The wipers caught on the off beats like a drunken drummer. They weren’t the best wiper blades; need to get those puppies replaced soon. Ford wondered if he could do ...
Smoke signals.
My girlfriend, Lena, has become expectant. She says something wonderful is coming; there is a jitter in the air is how she phrases it, an auburn magnetism. I trust her, because she is usually right, and I like how hard she tries with words.She is making a cup of coffee in the kitchen while she mulls over this latest energy, humming to herself, her dreamcatcher earrings dancing above her shoulders as she moves between cabinets. She stops a moment to hold her right hand on her belly in several places, wondering, and then resumes the morning dance. I am leaning against a bookshelf just outside th...
Red Tide
I put on my mask and entered the building, the remains of my cigarette smoldering on the pavement. The midsummer sun was brutal, and within seconds my face was slick with sweat. Inside wasn't much cooler. The hallway leading to the locker room was short and claustrophobic. Old metal chairs with bent legs and dented seats lined the walls. Sagging cardboard boxes rested on top, a layer of dust testament to their age and neglect.The locker room itself wasn't much larger than the hallway, but the sense of constriction left me when I sat down on the bench. There was a familiarity about the room, th...
Onaji Yume
Herbert Lowe perused iPhones at the 5th Avenue Apple Store. While Lowe walked between the display tables, Detective Skinner spotted him from outside. Lowe froze—his stomach fell to the ground.Lowe snuck out of the side entrance of the store and headed southward. Skinner followed. Lowe turned right on 47th Street, just before Saint Thomas Church. He wanted to run, but Skinner had his oversized German Shepherd, Banjo, with him. Banjo was notorious for biting fleeing perps in the crotch. Last week, Lowe stole a satchel of diamonds from a boutique over on Greenwich. As Lowe walked faster and towwww.onedoor.ccar...