The Chef Rose Through The Dining Room Like Dough
The chef rose through the dining room like dough, handing out blinis and gold caviar, kissing and bellowing his way towards us. She called him Andre. I began to...
Read MoreThe chef rose through the dining room like dough, handing out blinis and gold caviar, kissing and bellowing his way towards us. She called him Andre. I began to...
Read MoreIf only the monkeys had died, then we wouldn’t be here now, thought Dr. Bryson. Marketing wouldn’t have gotten a hold of it, and there’d be no shebang...
Read MoreThe lounge was dark, and almost cool after the choking heat of the night air, breezeless and slightly dank with canal water. No one was there. The walls were painted a...
Read MoreShortly after dawn Bryson awoke, unable to sleep. She belched gin. Her stomach was in flames. Bradlee’s wallet and keys were on a steel table and his pants and...
Read More Once Veronica Clay was certain her husband Felix was at work, she set about her business in a very deliberate way. First she fluffed the cantaloupe and kiwi colored...
Read MoreFor most of his life, starting as far back as he could remember, Felix Clay had a feeling that something was wrong. Usually he felt like something was wrong with him...
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