In Which I Get A Massage
A few weeks into December, a generous and innovative customer commissioned me to typewrite five short stories to give to their various family members on Christmas day. Being the purist that I am, I decided that all the drafts for these stories should also be crafted on a typewriter. After a week of writing five short […]
Shrunken Heads of Old Men & Angels of Light Hibiscus
Each time I go to work someone from the staff is bound to show me something. Once, seek Rick the bellhop tells me about his boston terrier, Mugsy. “She grows more and more into a creature every day, and less like a dog. She has creature tendencies.” Such as? “She makes crazy noises.” […]
“Don’t worry, I’ll hold your monkey”
The following story was copied only by memory. Bob requested that there be no pictures taken of him or recordings of his voice. I did not have a pad to write on. This is not how I usually do things, ed but I liked the challenge. Bob and his lady came down from Iron […]
a despondent coffee bean anticipating its consumption
This hotel is rife with whiz-bang creators. At any hour someone with an opinion on Salavador Dali is likely to state it from behind a counter, pills since so much of the staff identifies with being an artist of some sort. Certainly, there is an official resident artist and an official resident narrator, but there […]