Posts Tagged ‘ Prose VI.IX ’

“Chance Encounter,” by Chris Ridenour

Jul 20th, 2009 | By

She was wearing what the parlance of the day widely referred to as a wife-beater and even in the dim light of the bar he could make out the tattoo on her back, the inscription “One Ring to Rule Them All” arrayed in a circle around a grinning Richard Simmons. ‘Great God of Tennis Ball

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“Scotch Buy cookies, anyone?” by Rachel Levy

Jul 20th, 2009 | By

While I was growing up, my parents were very particular about food, but also quite practical. My father did most of the grocery shopping at our neighborhood Safeway in Washington, D.C., and he often purchased the house brand. At the time, the supermarkets didn’t want to put their own name on most of their in-house

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“The Anti-Wrath,” by Thomas Sullivan

Jul 20th, 2009 | By

It happens on the Summer Solstice, unfolding quietly during the night, while most people sleep peacefully. No one sees a thing. To the wary night-owls manning convenience store registers nothing is amiss. Cabbies continue to ply their trade, unloading drunks from their cars without interruption. The world’s most advanced radars and missile defense systems sleep

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“Have You Seen Waldo?” By Rod Parker

Jul 20th, 2009 | By

My name is Rod. I’m an Assistant Manager at a fast food restaurant, and worked there for nearly five years. I’m a natural study of human nature. Thus, I find this place interesting. Or rather, more accurately, I find the occasional parade of characters sometimes curious, disturbing, and amusing. Curious: I have a regular who

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