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"Little Country Church"
"Naked Truth"
"All Our Sins And Greed And Bears"
"Study of Newspaper Fonts"
It was the weirdest thing. One minute, you're having your breakfast,
orange juice (no pulp, please), toast (lightly brown, I said, not
black, please remember this time), sausage (the patties, I told her,
c'mon, how many times do I have to tell you how I hate the links,
they creep me out), then next, you're strangling your wife over the
kitchen counter ...
continued
"Henry's Gift"
"Oh," Henry said, "that's a nice one." He was shopping for a new
charm for his Anna's bracelet. He looked at the price tag and
frowned. "Will it be on sale anytime soon?" "No, sir," the jeweler
said, fake smile fading a little. "But I assure you, this is a quite
reasonable price." Henry stared at the charm, a little silver piano.
Classy ...
continued
"The Golden Age"
When a comic book store
employee is arrested under
false pretenses,
Detective Charlie Pasch
smells a rat ...
"Ruin"
I heard you the first time. At the
cheeseburger place last night.
You at your table with your friends,
chewing with your mouth open,
spitting fries as you all took turns
yelling out plot points of the movie
you had just seen ...
"Mind Your Own Business"
Don’t look up. Just light your
cigarette. Try to keep your hands
from trembling long enough to
use the lighter ...
The Preacher checked the chronometer on his "wrist." He had not
been back to the planet that the locals called "Earth" in years.
178 years, in fact. Much had changed ...
continued
Pete Hammond huddled in a doorway across the street from the
hotel, watching the to-and-fro of pedestrians and cars. Pulling up
the collar of his jacket, remembering the old party game question
his friends would ask: "Would you streak across a stage in front
of everyone you knew for a million dollars?" ...
continued
Geoff tried to check his watch casually, ever so casually, that's
right, just stretch a little and twist the neck and look down. There.
9:38. A.M. Geoff struggled not to yawn. That would be rude. But,
man, he'd been sitting on the pew here since a little after 8, butt
numb after fidgeting on the hard wooden bench only 10 minutes ...
continued
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