Diana, Drain Queen

Diana rang the doorbell as Max rolled the snake unit up the cobblestoned walkway. A pudgy red-nosed man in golfing attire opened the door. “What do you want? Damn it, I’m going to be late!” Max pointed at the ‘Drain Queen’ logo embroidered on his jacket. “Sir, we’re the plumbers. Your wife called to say…

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The Cave of Living Smoke

The grayness all around us appeared as ephemeral, wide wisps of varying chiaroscuro tones, as might fine smoke from a fire composed of a variety of combustible items seem on a clouded night. Darkness prevails, only a dim glow coming from the stuff guides our way. Pressing with force through any section of it leaves…

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The Co-Ax

Jorge hollered from the junk room, “Anna, you seen the co-ax cable?” “No quiero co-ax, I’m sewing buttons on Freddy’s sweater. Mama knitted it and had no buttons…” Jorge tuned much of that out; why’d he bother to ask her anything anyway? He lifted the corner of a flat box that covered a deep box,…

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