Had it been Matt, the Volvo parked in front of the garage door would have been toast. Laura killed the engine, left the lights on, and got out of the car. Sam was right on her heels. She could hear Marty struggling to get Jeffry out of his booster seat.... Read more →
At 5:46 am, Francis Webb, DBA from UCLA stepped into the main lobby at 220 North Avenue West. He removed his galoshes, gave his umbrella a good shake, and stuffed them both into the recycling bin behind the main desk. As an afterthought, he placed his hat on top of... Read more →
Four adults, two children, and six badgers dragged themselves out of two cars. Reed made two observations and an executive decision. There were three too many badgers and the entire glass wall at the front of the building was gone. Not broken, shattered, crushed, or maimed: vaporized. The glassless frame... Read more →
Dr. Webb kicked the table. Frank III was so full of Propofol, Francis could have gone to town on any number of his limbs and had nothing more than a satisfying lunch. A tasty, yet pointless meal; not worth the expense of an entire roll of dental floss. Greenwich smacked... Read more →
“…and I'm wasted, and I can't find my way home” The Cosmic Postman stood ankle deep in the Sea of Despair and took stock. It hardly seemed reasonable; all this pain held hostage in one small room. He very much wished to make his last delivery to someone still among... Read more →
The boy in checkered pants circled the long table with both arms out, like an airplane. His tongue stuck out at the corner of his mouth because his joy was too much to contain. His mother was afraid he’d trip and bite it off; his father was more concerned about... Read more →
If you've read all the way from Mayhem to the Coda, you already know who's in this family portrait, all five of them. If not, it's a nice family portrait and I have no idea who those people are but it evokes something very different than the family portraits at... Read more →