Last Bender, Chapter 5
CHAPTER FIVE Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â “TIMOTHY Philip STRUNGil,” I said. Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â “Right,” he barked back across the three-foot...
Read MoreCHAPTER FIVE Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â “TIMOTHY Philip STRUNGil,” I said. Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â “Right,” he barked back across the three-foot...
Read MoreCHAPTER FOUR Monozone was a quiet place at seven in the morning. I sat in my cubicle thinking, Stronghole is not a bad man. Anyone’d want to work with him. He had...
Read MoreCHAPTER THREE Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â I slept most the day as best I could. For supper I fried up ham and cheese on rye in margarine till the crust was brown and...
Read MoreCHAPTER TWO Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â I drove through the security gates of Monozone’s underground garage and into the orange gelatin concrete of Bartholin Plaza. A...
Read More            THE LAST BENDER  By Buzz Callaway    Even damnation is poisoned with rainbow. Leonard Cohen, The Old Revolution   CHAPTER ONE...
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