Category: Short Story

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@ Spanky’s Pub

She often came into the bar around nine thirty, give or take a few minutes, dressed to the nines in stiletto heels, some type of short, form-hugging skirt, and a barely there blouse. It was almost like she shopped exclusively at Victoria’s Secret, which was just fine by me. I would usually be seated at … Continue reading @ Spanky’s Pub

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A Philatelist in Philadelphia

Mr. Henry Cheeks loves stamps. They are his life. He collects old ones, new ones, special edition ones, ones of Elvis, torn ones, ripped ones, laminated ones (which he laminates himself) and ones that are only good for postage in Czechoslovakia. Mr. Henry Cheeks lives in Philadelphia, Missouri. Most people think that the only Philadelphia … Continue reading A Philatelist in Philadelphia

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Street Kings

I used to stroll the streets with a jaunty flair, slide stepping past storefronts and barber shops, hands in pockets, denim lined with a smoother texture. Feet encased in ratty sneakers, scuffed and worn thin. Passing public buses full of people going to and from school, work and the street corners. Yes, the street corner … Continue reading Street Kings

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Iconic

London, baby! I am standing on London Bridge and wondering if it is going to fall down again. And, yeah, I know all that stuff about it not being the original bridge, and how the real one burned to the ground (to the water?) and how this one is the seventh iteration of it, but … Continue reading Iconic

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Friction

Anger rolled off her in waves, a barely controlled response to his foolish pigheadedness. What a day it had been, and nearly all of the obstacles had been stupidly imposed by him being… him. Shirley turned around to check on the kids, who were surprisingly engrossed in their iPads, playing some sort of jewel gathering … Continue reading Friction