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I’m Moving Out
Grandma had told me that it was really no problem, to think nothing of it. I was astounded by her generosity, but at this point I had no reason to be astounded. She had been known in circles for her generosity, in addition to her various eccentricities. It was raining slightly, dripping. Misty, but also…
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Take it Down a Few Pegs, Son
My old man would always tell me a specific phrase whenever I was acting up. Whenever I was shooting off my mouth, whenever I was growing hot underneath the collar, whenever I was itching for a fight that was clearly not mine to win. Whenever I would get into these states – and it was…
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Coffee Table Low
Cat go into living room, cat see sandwich on plate. Plate with sandwich down low on coffee table, coffee table so low to ground. Coffee table so very low to ground. Way, way too low. Far too low. Enough for me and the dog and the other cat and the whole infantry to pounce on…
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The Ganymede Bathhouse
The radio was turned down when he entered the bathhouse, and he recalled the fact that it had been at a roaring volume when he had left the bathhouse nearly an hour ago. He also recalled the fact that when he had left, the radio had been playing quick and bombastic classical tunes. Now, the…
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Jess and Jacqueline
Jess was standing with her hands on her hips and staring at her reflection in the full length mirror. The one positioned smack dab in the middle of the hallway, positioned in between the left hallway that led to the bedroom and the bathroom and the right hallway that led to the other bathroom. She…
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Pickleby Willow
I was informed by the landlady that a certain Pickleby Willow had arrived. I had not heard the name before, let alone met the man, and asked her what his purpose was. She told me that he did not give a reason, and simply asked to speak with me. I told her that this was…
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Sequence and Courtesy
He fell onto his iron chair at precisely 11PM. The wind outside the room was howling and swirling and spitting, and the heavens inside the room were gloaming and ominous. The sound of him hitting the chair awakened his neighbors in the adjacent rooms, and even awakened his mother who was downstairs in the living…
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Don’t Mince Words
Don’t mince words, she said to me, and unfortunately she was holding the butcher knife again. Whenever she was holding the butcher knife, I knew that I was in for a long night. There would be lots of arguing, lots of name-calling, sometimes possessions were thrown. An exhausting four to five hour affair that inevitably…
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