I walked home with a plastic bag in one hand and a smoothie in the other. I was running out of cash and had no idea how I was going to pay my cell phone bill, which was already past due, but I sprung for the smoothie anyway after getting what I needed — finally, I was sure — to fix my front door. Seeing Bastien was much easier … Continue reading The stench of death is upon you
Once upon a time, if you were looking for me, odds are I was either at school, at The Corn Cob Couch, or on my way to Sour Candy, a head shop and music store, among other things, with everything you always wanted but knew you’d never use crammed into about a thousand square feet. They had an amazing collection of art books that I … Continue reading This is the part where you lie
I walked up the stairs to my flat. I could see from the top landing that my front door wasn’t quite shut all the way. The gap was slight. If you weren’t the person opening and closing it every day, you might not have noticed. But I did. I stood silently and listened. Nothing. I heard Abdul open the door to the street and start … Continue reading A million dollars!
I woke around noon to find a strange man standing over me. I shrieked and fell backward to the floor between the bed and the wall, claws up, ready to scratch the fucker’s eyes out. But he just stood there, hands at the sides of his black suit, while his companion, a tall, thin black man with narrow sideburns, checked the closet and bathroom and … Continue reading This is kidnapping. You know that right?
I shuffled out of my bedroom, hair like an 80s rock star, and saw Kell sitting on the floor with an open Ked’s box — my Ked’s box — perusing all my sketches. The ones I’d bothered to save, anyway. Most go in the trash with the notebook whenever it’s full. I was well past the point of trying to save everything I did. “Hey!” I stood there. “Invasion alarm.” … Continue reading Random acts of chaos
She showed up out of the blue a few days later. My very best friend. I turned around the bodega on the corner and saw her sitting on the sidewalk under the yellow-orange street lamp, next to a couple opaque rubbish bags from the nail salon next door. There was something white sticking from her mouth, bigger than a cigarette. A thermometer maybe. And she … Continue reading Didn’t you just pee on that end?
I sprayed bleach solution over everything — just to be safe — before wiping it all down and throwing it in the dumpster behind the fried chicken chain. I stashed the clothes in my bag. I’d have to dump them elsewhere. Not that I expected a manhunt or anything, but you can’t be too careful. I walked briskly into the night down a quiet street in Queens and didn’t … Continue reading The alligator man