Category Archives: Gen

Okay, the first part of the plan had worked. Joey was out, away, and well into the woods. The other part had been a disaster and Starsky’d been shot. He was holding the makeshift tourniquet in place while I’d slit … Continue reading →

Tale as old as time True as it can be Barely even friends Then somebody bends Unexpectedly Just a little change Small to say the least Both a little scared Neither one prepared . . . Disney’s Beauty and the … Continue reading →

Sincere thanks to Suzan. Ken Hutchinson was pacing the apartment, unmistakably in one of his bordering-on-sullen moods. “I don’t want to go to Duluth, Starsk. It’ll be all phony Christmas shit, like when I was a kid.” He almost pouted. … Continue reading →