by Jay Sauls   He spoke of the rhythm of the day, the movements of the clocks and the birds and the trees. It was the way life spun around us, asking us questions, but denying us answers. “It’s the rhythm, man! Don’t you know understand nothin’ at all?” I blink twice, barely comprehending what… Read More Rhythm Man

by Trilby Plants   Hey, mister, whatcha doing? Whittlin. I can see that. What’re you whittling? Wood. Well, duh. No need to be snippy, Missy. Don’t judge me, mister, I’m having a terrible day. I walked a half a mile in these shoes. What are you making? A little figger. What? A bitty person. A… Read More LOST

by Bob Lackey   Icy raindrops stung Jamie’s face as he ran. Another shot exploded in the alley, smashing the bullet into the wall near his head and showering him with hateful fragments. He dodged behind a dumpster, running several yards in a crouch. Slugs ricocheted in metallic echoes over his head. The alley opened… Read More Copy Errors

by Bob Strother   I held the door for Gloria as we exited the Fox Theater and stepped to the curb. “The thing about Harry Anderson is that he’s more than a magician, he’s also an actor—and a funny one at that—so even though he’s no David Copperfield his shows are always entertaining.” Gloria gave… Read More Sleight of Hand