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
23 I visited the little boy’s grave. I prayed, though I don’t know why. I can count on my fingers and toes the number of times I’ve been to a church, always for weddings and funerals. But going seemed like the right thing to do. And after everything I’d seen, I figured it couldn’t hurt to hedge my bets. I went back to my hotel. … Continue reading A great oblivious god
22 The residential street was upscale but not posh. Recently gentrified. It was also quiet, especially that early in the morning. I was leaning against a tree when she came out, box in hand. “Dr. Alexander.” She stopped in shock on the stairs of her upscale three-story condo building. “Jeez. You surprised me.” She stepped down slowly with a bemused smile. “What are you doing … Continue reading The problem was me
21 My legs felt stronger, or at least less of a nauseating burden to operate. Part of it, I’m sure, was the water I drank, which was slowly being absorbed through my GI tract, increasing my blood volume, in addition to the tireless efforts of my bone marrow, which cranked out red blood cells as fast as it could. But most of it, I think, … Continue reading It was a night effect
20 I awoke lying in the back seat of the Chevy pickup into which I’d been placed. I think it was Dench’s. It was older, or so the smell and the squeaking brakes told me, but it ran well. Milan was behind the wheel and driving fast. There was some trash on the floor in the back — a fast food bag that still smelled of burger, … Continue reading He promised!