Short Stories

     “That’s just our town retard, don’t mind him, he’s harmless,” Sam Cleary commented offhandedly. “Every town’s got one weirdo, right?” he let the steering wheel spin in his fingers.…

Garrett slipped out of Spanish class with the gaudy Aztec medallion hall pass in his hand, that tacky circle with the faces of Mexican gods and demons that gave students…

     Cleopatra Fermi entered a room like a Broadway musical showstopper. Or maybe like vintage Cher. Or Pink in her Las Vegas residency. One day she might wear a purple…