He’s back.
Who’s back, I say.
Him from Nandos. He’s back again.
Our blinds are almost closed – Dave likes to keep them closed even in the day – but now he’s pulled one strip down so he can see through.
He’s handed something over.
Can we get something from Nandos?
No.
Continue reading “Rear Window by Michael Hutchinson”
You know, sometimes people die because of inattention. That’s what happened to Zelda May Crawford, the community activist. Zelda was down on 7th and Broadway just a yakking away on her cell. Poor Baby stepped in front of the number 10 crosstown express bus. Splat! And that was that.
Continue reading “Dead Certain by Frederick K Foote”
