“Monsoon Kiss” by Don West
I knew the precise moment our relationship went sour; I always did . . .
I knew the precise moment our relationship went sour; I always did . . .
Her message said eight and so I was there eight sharp like a good little lapdog. Marla had a way of reaching inside of me and ripping out my backbone . . .
My life seemed great in college . . .
“You better come get me,” George mumbled into the phone when his wife Connie answered brightly on the third ring . . .
This happened at the Market Street garage . . .
(Lethe, South Dakota) Lethe, South Dakota. Not much to it. Not much more than a wide place at the end of an off-ramp—a frozen, flinty afterthought to the interstate, just right for gassing up, taking a leak, and heading off again. Not much to see besides the filling station and the quick-mart, the Sunset Motor […]
(Clark & Foster) The guy at the end of the bar was dead. Carlos had seen dead guys before, so he knew. They usually didn’t get many customers in Ginny’s, especially not before 5:30, which was when Carlos had started his shift, slapping the mop around the pool table: A couple of bikers had gotten […]
(County Line) Mama loved to watch those old movies on TV and she used to tell me that since I was born in Hollywood, she’d named me Kate and I was gonna grow up to be a movie star. Like the dumbshit I was, I believed her. But kids are like that and after she […]