A Coney For Peach

Keisha woke up from dreams of driving endlessly, aimlessly, in the fog. She blinked sandy eyelids, and turned her head sharply, winced and waited for her neck muscles and rib muscles to calm down. “What?” “Not watch now,” the Chinese guy said from the cab below. “You’re falling asleep?” “Pee …

Days of Strength

It hurt climbing down the rungs from the sleepover cab one-handed, carrying his gun. “Hey, my man,” the woman said to him. “You feeling a little rested?” He shook his head. It didn’t do any good to lie to a woman like Keisha. “Stupid dream. Okay now.” “Yeah,” Keisha said, …

Briefing on Bugs

Ivan pulls out a different flash drive, inserts that into the laptop, and his XO turns out the lights again. Ivan glances up.  “For those of you who are not familiar with bugs, this is one of the most highly classified parts of our work.” That first picture of the …

Ask the Bartender

It’s the music, or two whiskies on an empty stomach, or unrequited desire, but he can’t settle.  He returns from the can to find the place emptying rapidly.  He knows how much Dance can’t afford to lose the jacket he’s clutching, and still he’s halfway convinced Dance won’t be back …