
Volvo Key
My name was on the registration found in the getaway car.
Stories — true, invented, or somewhere in-between.
My name was on the registration found in the getaway car.
You could slam the receiver down to hang up on someone.
“Dude,” he said to me, “you look ridiculous."
I sought to be as normal and unremarkable as a John le Carré spy.
Helena’s gang was the cream of 1970s Hollywood.
“Wow — that’s the most pretentious thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”
Being trans requires a certain level of defiance.
Timothy Leary said, “Find the others.”
I started to look for artefacts to root me to a certain time or place.
I can’t seem to bring myself to paint over the remains.
My hands were shaking as I unsnapped the pouch.
Bust of Duck brought instant amusement to our racing minds.
Funky and bright, like a harmonica, with a dollop of schmaltz.