By Dick Johnson I was at work at the hardware store today, when the Parole Officer showed up. He’s been showing up more often lately. I wonder if he knows something. He’s a dick, but I can’t really complain because he gives me a lot of leeway. He wanted me to piss in a cupContinue reading “Dirty Blog 6”
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The Dirty Blog 5
By Dick Johnson (This is part 5 in a series, the other posts can be found under “The Dirty Blog” category) So, after seeing the baby daddy, I decided to head over to the park and see if I could find Randy the heroin dealer, who rides a green bike. It was still fairly early,Continue reading “The Dirty Blog 5”
Height Advantage
by John Mahoney My iPhone buzzed in my pocket, the alert I’d programmed into its memory. Barnes & Noble captivates me, but Wyler wouldn’t want to hear that. I shelved the manga neatly with its siblings. My left hand was at my side, and I looked down, feeling a tug of its pinkie. The girlContinue reading “Height Advantage”
The Dirty Blog 4
By Dick Johnson (This is part 4 of a continuing series, the other posts can be found here, here, and here.) I needed to get some money coming in, so I could quit working at the hardware store once I got off parole. I had several hustles in the works. One of them was debtContinue reading “The Dirty Blog 4”
Tracked
by Rena Robinett AIRPORT I – KALI I was sitting in the United concourse at San Francisco airport sucking Cappuccino foam off a spoon when I spotted him. This was my third time tracking him out of SFO, using a TSA security badge from an old friend. He came out of Terminal Three, walking fastContinue reading “Tracked”
Asylum
By John Mahoney Simon Childe blinked, uncertain of where that blinding white light had come from. It was dark in the cell, of course, the sun hours set; the rectangular light above his head could not be turned off, so he’d used peanut butter to glue the lids of Styrofoam trays to it. Years ofContinue reading “Asylum”
Phantom View
By Ben James As Sam waited for an elevator, he admired the lobby of the skyscraper that housed the SCZ Group’s headquarters. He’d been in ritzy Manhattan office buildings before, but this space seemed particularly elegant, and slightly intimidating. Anxiety overtook him as he studied the vaulted ceiling and immaculate marble walls. He suspected thatContinue reading “Phantom View”
The Dirty Blog 3
By Dick Johnson (This is number 3 in a series. You can find the others here.) That $400 wasn’t much, and I feel bad for cracking my boss like I did. At least that was until he complained about my being late. I’m seriously tired of him. I might destroy something in the storeContinue reading “The Dirty Blog 3”
The Dirty Blog 2
By Dick Johnson I waited for my boss to leave the hardware store with the night deposit. I never imagined how excited I would be to kick his ass. I honestly could not wait. All day long, I thought about it and giggled. I wore a mask and I walked with a limp. I saidContinue reading “The Dirty Blog 2”
The Dirty Blog 1
By Dick Johnson When I got out of prison, I tried to go straight. I really tried. I had spent my time locked up preparing for the right kind of life when I got out, but I just can’t do it. I got a job at a hardware store, and I paid my bills, justContinue reading “The Dirty Blog 1”