Apr 25, 2026 | Fiction |
That dope, what crap, he thought angrily. What did that frog know about it? Had Pierre here ever roustabouted in heat over a hundred under Gleb damn Neeling? Who’d give a guy a stout poke in the ribs with a wrench because some minor safety protocol had been (briefly)...
Jul 5, 2025 | Fiction |
Randall Randall “I only want one egg this morning,” Randall said. “Bacon or sausage?””Sausage.””We’re out of sausage,” Claudia said.”Then why did you ask me?”She put the bacon on the counter next to the...
Feb 23, 2019 | Fiction |
The Killers The door of Henry’s lunchroom opened and two men came in. They sat down at the counter. “What’s yours?” George asked them. “I don’t know,” one of the men said. “What do you want to eat, Al?” “I...
