2019. “Can we talk?” Kristen said quietly when they got to the register. She wasn’t holding eye contact with Gracie. “Yeah, sure,” said Gracie. She turned to Brianna, “You cool with that?” “Of course, go on. Go on.” They went out back to the back alley, and before Gracie could ask how Kristen was, she … Continue reading 58: What Love Is
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57: The Psychedelic Torments of Doctor Oblivion
1969. Tommy waited until Shirley said she was done eating to rise from his chair, pull a small box from his pocket, and present it to her, on his knees. She squealed in delight and threw her arms around him, shedding and wiping away tears. Then, after they cleared the dinner table of his small … Continue reading 57: The Psychedelic Torments of Doctor Oblivion
56: Shifting Seasons
2019. Goblins and ghosts in a myriad of masks filled the lobby of the Snyder-Finn building. Princesses, fairies, pirates, spacemen, and superheroes ran shrieking in every direction, children who had apparently never learned to communicate at a reasonable volume, drunk on candy and the promise of more to come. These were the children of Kevin’s … Continue reading 56: Shifting Seasons
55: All for Love
2019. She returned to her quiet apartment after another long day at Sunset Gardens and slipped off her shoes at the door before returning her coat to its hook. “Honey, I’m home,” she said softly. Her cat came out to meet her, a fluffy little monster, responding less to her voice than the opening of … Continue reading 55: All for Love
53: Different Choices
2019. Judge Ghosh tugged at his beard thoughtfully as he looked down from his bench at Zack. “What I am curious about,” he said, “was exactly why you decided to ask the District Attorney to drop the charges against Miss Chapel — in your own words please.” Zack looked at the DA who nodded at … Continue reading 53: Different Choices
52: Curtains for the Troubador
1966. The chrome skull on its hood gleamed in the afternoon sun as the Crimson Roadster roared into Titan City. with the Scarlet Stranger at the wheel of the cherry red convertible and Wiley Wisp at his side. They had precious little time to thwart the Troubador’s plan to deface the Spirit of Prosperity, and … Continue reading 52: Curtains for the Troubador
The Crimson Wraith 