The Stockbroker – 6

It was about a mile down to the greenbelt. Near the trailhead he ran out a flock of yellow heron that only stood there now looking at him. Waiting for him to move on so to continue at whatever it was they were feeding. He walked the few feet to the head and turned to … Read more

The Stockbroker – 5

When he pulled up to the shelter he helped them out of the backseat. He had driven past the protesters with their rows of placards. She had told him that they were not wanted downtown. The homeless. Had told him that the downtown was rich now but that he probably knew it. Lastly she’d told … Read more

The Stockbroker – 4

He could see now that she was holding a baby. He kept on over to the attendant station and through the plexiglass paid five dollars for gas. The intercom crackled. You gotta stop it yourself, the voice said. He was halfway back toward the pump when he stopped to watch them. An old man with … Read more

The Stockbroker – 3

At the time that he had gone from the door Bags was telling him to hold up and he did and they walked together over toward his car. The king’s heart is in the hand of the Lord, like the rivers of water. He turns it wherever He wishes. It’s right there in Kings, he … Read more

The Stockbroker – 2

He sat up, remaining there for a while. Looking out the windshield. Already the grackle had been chased off with a scare cannon and already they were stubbornly readying their return. A mass of black wings circling out and wheeling above the horizon, then stalling, setting like a menagerie in mid-air before swooping low and … Read more

The Stockbroker – 1

The paperclip, son. Yes, sell it to me. Well. It’s shiny, sir.   I’ll put the order in right now, Ms. Robinson, he said. And then hung up. He picked up the telephone for it was Dr. Wein calling. When he told him that there was mild calcified plaque at the carotid bifurcation he steadied … Read more

Dr. Wein II #neuroatypical

He picked up the telephone for it was Dr. Wein calling. When he told him that there was mild calcified plaque at the carotid bifurcation he steadied himself in his office chair and breathed shallow throughout the rest of the attendant analysis. So this makes it easy, the doctor said. You need treatment. What kind … Read more

Dr. Wein

He picked up the telephone for it was Dr. Wein calling. When he told him that there was mild calcified plaque at the carotid bifurcation he steadied himself in his office chair and breathed shallow throughout the rest of the attendant analysis. So this makes it easy, the doctor said. You need treatment. What kind … Read more

Dick

For Stephen King short story contest: As Dick swallowed the last bite of his avocado sandwich, Jane whacked him in the teeth with the mini hammer he had bought earlier today. This morning, at breakfast, Dick finally saw the racoon, the squealer that kept him awake so many nights. He quickly ran to the hardware … Read more