Bernie Gets the Call. Two Calls, Actually.
It takes exactly 100 steps for me to walk from my desk to the Riverside – 103 if you count the steps from its front door to the bar. On…

It takes exactly 100 steps for me to walk from my desk to the Riverside – 103 if you count the steps from its front door to the bar. On…
I believe it was the great Mary Chapin Carpenter who once sang “sometimes you’re the windshield, sometimes you’re the bug.” These days, I am, of course, a windshield. Which is…
My Dearest Elyse, I am still without words, for my love for you was the most real thing to ever happen to me. Now that it’s gone, the void in…
Mother used to watch soap operas – the Young & the Restless, Guiding Light, and One Life to Live were her favorites. I think she ducked in and out of…
It’s been a week since Silas and Merc first visited. I know because I can see the same clock I saw that day, and I can see that it’s 20…
I arrive at the Hughes’ porch and I hesitate. I ring the doorbell. Elyse answers immediately. “Come in.” She smiles, but I can tell she isn’t at ease – or…
I feel sick. I could throw up. I look around this home that I live in, at these people I’ve taken pains to get to know and move among –…
A guard leads me to a monitored meeting room where my visitors were waiting. I recognize Mercury immediately. “Glad to see you,” I say. “Gets kinda lonely here, especially since…
I am half an hour early for brunch with Silas, tense already from strolling in on Lindy and his merry band of entrepreneurs. First issue jitters, I reckon, and with…
Dear reader, I’ve returned. Not heat, nor the dark of night would keep your Miss Comportment from walking the five blocks to the Riverside and collecting three fresh bottles. Mission…