My task today is to further test wires. People often overlook secondary contributing factors, such as, say, temperature sensors. Why not sell the Wanagon for scrap?

I really tried with Angela, but it was beyond my capabilities. After she fled her sordid hotel room up past Eastwood, she made her way back to the Montrose. When she called me again I went and fetched her. She looked dreadful, just so bad. I brought her home and made her swear she wouldn't touch drugs. She agreed ( Read more... )

I remember the first time I ever saw Natasha. It was the first day of my last year of high school. I was attending the American School in Mexico City. Walking down the hallways toward me were the school's two goth sisters, Chloe and Eva. They were a sight to behold, clad in black dresses, with dangling silver jewellery, black stockings, mary ( Read more... )

I met her when I was moving into my new place. I was carrying some boxes from the car in, and she showed up on the landing. Some people sparkle with electricity, not many. She was talking to my sister. I didn't know if she was friends with my sister or not, and said 'hello' in a perfunctory way ( Read more... )

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I was on break at the court house, so I went downstairs to the second hand shop. The owner was affable and dotty, very proud of all his wares. There were the usual musty lots of estate sale clothes, somewhat arranged. An impressive back lot of old books, many culled from collections of the professors from the university next door ( Read more... )

i was working downtown and stopped into a an interesting restaurant tucked into a courtyard out back of a bread factory. it had an open bar on the a second floor balcony. virginia, my old friend from austin, was working there. she was the same as ever and we were delighted to see each other. she worked for this syrian family and when closing ( Read more... )

The music box chimed blindly in the bedroom at night. Okay, Frere Jacques was the tune it played, but it resonated through the quiet room in cavalcades ( Read more... )

all the lights in town had blown, so dad and i walked through the streets alone. when we got to the town square, there were groups of people in the distance, in the trees. they itched their colorless skin and stood there in packs, staring but not seeing ( Read more... )

I rode over Allen Parkway and the entire city was blacked out. It wasn't raining, but almost. A fine mist arced under my lights, otherwise it was pitch dark. You hung out the window and put your tongue out, tasting the drops, your hair whipping wildly in my mirror. I thought of telling you to get back in, but I realized you knew what you were ( Read more... )