“For the Birds” by Bruce Harris
The bell above the door jingled. Clark Tennyson looked up and smiled. “Hello Mrs. Hanniford, good to see you again. What’ll it be today?” he asked.
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“Snakes” by Bruce Harris
The cop listened. He pulled it together long enough to ask the caller to repeat himself. “It’s not funny. It’s theft. Someone took a porta potty!” . . .
“The Washington Senator” by Bruce Harris
Imagine hitting four home runs in nine innings and losing the game . . .
“Where Harry Met Sally” by Bruce Harris
Big Lew’s ample hips flopped over the sides of the wooden chair. The lunch crowd hadn’t yet begun to stream in . . .
“Number Two” by Bruce Harris
“More powerful than a locomotive!” screamed the headline in Maine’s Portland Press Herald. Ted Schultz feasted his eyes on the front page, and then turned his attention to the meat eaters’ breakfast special in front of him. “It’s got bacon, ham, sausage, and corned beef hash over three eggs,” pined the diner’s waitress minutes prior. “Breakfast special number two, a meal fit for a hero. And it’s on the house! . . .”
“Trenton Makes, The World Takes” by Bruce Harris
Here I am, ten minutes after five in the a.m., standing on Fowler Street, one of Trenton’s meanest, a shit-eating grin on my face. How did I get here? It’s like this . . .
“Willie, Mickey, and Duke” by Bruce Harris
Soaking rain had stopped, typical of an August afternoon. It hadn’t cooled things off, only made the air more steamy and humid . . .
“Colorful Characters” by Bruce Harris
“I busted whores here years ago. Now? Minnie Mouse . . .”