December 2020 B (Day 3)

A Debt to the Sun

I miss Florida. Rainbows were cheap to put together in Florida. Plenty of sunshine, truckloads of water. You could have an entire beach town smiling their dentures out for less money than a new Cadillac. If I tried to hustle dough like that for a bow here in Reno,...

LETTER TO ANDREW

I’m writing this ransom note-style (newspaper and magazine letters cut out and glued onto a piece of paper, with barely any consecutive letters being of the same size and style) because I wanted to show you how much time I put into this. You’re too long winded. If you...

New Vice

Martha Manger was in the market for a new vice. Her doctor had just told her her allergies were caused by alcohol, and she became suddenly more willing to put new and maybe strange things into her body. That’s what she told her brother after the visit. Martha’s...

The Old Woman and the Lighthouse

There once was a lighthouse built from white stone. It was looked after by an old woman with raisined skin. In the morning she trimmed the wick, refilled the oil when needed, and polished the windows so that the light would shine through. At night she made a fire in...

The Party Never Ends

The bar is half full when I yell last call. Credit cards and cash appear and I start the close-a-tab shuffle. “Did I pay you?” Jesse asks. “For the seventh time, yes.” Del, gimme a hug!” says Erin. “I already did.” “Can I still use the bathroom,” asks Jeff peering in...

Spring Training

“And I can imagine how he led you into to it, how with almost unnoticeable indiscretion he gestured to you from the side of the green and manicured ballfield where you sat not without interest watching him play the game skillfully and with grace, watched him move with...

The Worth of Water

Paulie didn’t claim his dad’s body. Told the hospital to do whatever they wanted with it. Hung up and remained still in his kitchenette, like he might become one of the appliances. Went back to his small table and continued writing in his small notebook. Didn’t take...

Yowling in the Wilderness

I wake up nose to nose with a bear. Immediately after my heart doesn’t stop, my only thought is how I’m going to avoid eye contact and back away slowly when there’s only an inch between my wide eyes and his and I’m lying flat on my back. I’ve heard that you’re...

Avenue de Miremont

She can only fuck to Jurassic Park. The whole building knows.  On Friday nights we hear her throaty laugh. We hear glass chime against glass and we hear chairs scrape the hardwood and we hear nothing and we hear the low note of a single word and we hear a dull waltz...

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