“Seaside” by Sam Stauffenger
The stink from the dead man against the far wall began to engulf the room . . .
The stink from the dead man against the far wall began to engulf the room . . .
Shelley was the one who married Harvey right out of college, whose parents went into debt for the wedding, saying it was worth it—that he was worth it, they should have said . . .
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“I want to let you both know, Mr. and Mrs. Evighet, that what happens in this office remains here, okay? You can say anything. Think of this as a sanctuary. Mrs. Evighet—may I call you Rebecca?”
“Becky.”
“And Mr. Evighet, I’m a little unclear on your first—”
“THE YAWNING INFINITE IS MY PLAYGROUND, THE SEAS BUT A DROP IN THE FOREVER THAT IS—”
“Bob, you promised! . . .”
Kelleher ran towards Nathan’s, Coney Island’s legendary wiener wonderland. The Ukrainian’s final fetid breath was still stinging his nostrils . . .
In 1965 we were just short of driving age. Our mode of locomotion was hitchhiking . . .
Dusk was falling on a high summer day in Galway City, a place that claimed me but never loved me . . .
“I busted whores here years ago. Now? Minnie Mouse . . .”