The moon is full. Always a feeling of meloncholy comes with the full moon.
Something is not quite right. Character sketch by Scott Norton.
“Um, can I borrow you for a moment?” She has that look. “Don’t ever use my lines…. I suppose,… it depends. Am I going to need a lawyer?” Like he has enough of a backbone to say no. She’ll be the death of him yet. “Shut up. I’m serious. Please?” These are the eyes he […]
Micky climbs into the driver seat. It’s a `70 boss 302 in grabber yellow. Black interior. He’s dressed in his apprentice outfit. He’s stolen the master’s hat. The brooms are flooding the house. Time to get away. 0 to 60 in 6. Flat out to fourth gear. 165 mph – the toploader whines, but does […]
9:52 Thursday night. Thick summer fog has settled in along the coast, reaching as far inland as downtown. It’s foggy, but not cold. Soon, the dance floor at Zelo will be filled with scantily clad UCSB coeds getting hammered on Jagermeister and flirting with anyone who says he drives a BMW. The Mobil station is […]
The hood of the car is an island of warmth in the black sea of space. I don’t know her name, she was in the wedding. […]
They stood there for what seemed like a thousand years, bathed in the light from the Golden Gate Bridge. No moon, and only the few stars bright enough to fight their way past the skyline glow were visible. […]
The Magic Theatre’s presentation of Mules, by Winsome Pinnock is a funny and sad look at the market dynamics of international narcotics smuggling in the 90’s. […]
The bag she brought in was a model number KT303 twenty-two inch standard rolling carrier that looked like it had been hit with a truck immediately before it was dropped from a great height. […]
Only qualified teenagers should ever think of this maneuver, and nobody should do it, ever, for any reason. […]
My companion seems to be considering me, a lazy half smile on her face, smooth amber skin gleaming in the low light, a mischievous gleam in her dark eyes. […]