It’s three in the morning at the bus terminal. Why am I awake?
I am a locksmith, and my business is in locks and keys, but my real business is in peace of mind. There’s only two reasons a locksmith ever leaves their workshop. The first is a thing I call “rescue missions”, which is when, for some reason or another, someone ends up behind, or in front … Continue reading Turning Back the Locks
I live atop a hill just outside of town, on the fourth floor of a giant concrete cube that I share with a dozen other families, only half of whom I know beyond a polite nod of the head or wave of the hand. Our grey square, we call a condominium, sits across the street … Continue reading Concrete Pigeons
Blain sprawled across the back five seats of the downtown bus, his forehead pressed hard against the back window. His eyes were locked against the glass so that even his peripheral vision was nothing but the nighttime streets and alleys passing by. He felt like he was the wind passing through the outskirts of town, … Continue reading Blain