In shifts

Which shift are you working? She had just placed the parcel of my things on the bedside table like an unspoken curse. I'm not. I said. I was under the covers still. Her eyes flashed crocodile and she worked to hold her tongue. I'll leave you to it, then. I heard the door latch catch …

Lively conversation

You thumb often? He couldn't think of much else to ask. In his rearview he saw that her face had a big purple bump on it and it was getting darker by the minute. She twisted her hair in her fingers. Air blew from the open window and carried strands across her lips catching as …

Probable cause

A cop's beat never stops right one says to the other who arrives with two smoking polystyrene cups and smiles not even on a Sunday morning - gotta love this city to which they both take a holy minute to look across the valley bathed in a yellow sun the likes of which you don't …

Man with the stories

I was working a bum job for the city which meant cheap apartments and drinking from the bottle or in reverse and every swollen morning the man with the rickety trolley would wave from his alley and say You're gonna see it soon and I'd smile or if I was still drunk light a smoke …