Roger is upside down, spinning somewhere in space. His eyes swim with mysterious tears, vision a soft cloud above his head. His legs, he's noticed, are weightless, lolling and bouncing like gentle, lazy waves ( Read more... )

Somewhere in the night, Lily is dreaming ( Read more... )

The hour is ungodly when Luden approaches the elderly gentleman, a man who sports only half of a very bushy mustache. He looks like a lopsided walrus, his upper lip adorned with a lining of char. The front of his sport coat is covered in ash, lapels singed to a thin, crispy line. His pants are in a pile at the foot of the gurney, legs sticking out ( Read more... )

It is at one-thirty am on a Saturday morning that Elken Otts, stuck with nervous sweat to the floor of his best friends bathroom, swears he will give up drinking. He reeks of vodka and vomit and cheese, though none of these are, thankfully, in sight. The front of his forehead rests against the base of the toilet, condensation cool on his cheek, ( Read more... )

It is eleven pm on a Friday night when Penny Otts, Parliment in hand, decides to quit smoking. She is looking at the faded spot on her finger where, just three years ago, her wedding ring sat and wonders why it hasn't tanned over. Her thumb strokes a pattern there, the way it did when the fat lump of gold bumped up against her knuckle and suddenly ( Read more... )