Alex came out with his laptop. He had changed into running shorts and an old t-shirt, probably planning on working out with me in the morning like we often did. He hooked his laptop up to the TV and brought up a file entitled '9 songs'. "There really isn't much of a story line, so I'll just jump to the good parts," said Alex. He immediately went forward to...
When I got a look at the script Sal gave me, I about died. I marched right into his office the next day, seething with righteous indignation. "What the fuck?" I threw the script on his desk. "I'm not doing this." Sal smiled, shark-like. "You'll do what the fuck I tell you, ya fucking fag." "But, Sal..." "Shut your yap." Sal stood up. His lumpy bald head...
I cracked my back, stretching after a tiring lunch rush. Sam had something on the earlier part of the day so I covered her shift during lunch. What I didn't expect was the endless stream of customers entering my restaurant, an odd occurrence seeing that it was a Monday. I peeked through the kitchen window into the dining area. The crowd had finally thinned o...
"You must be Mr. Markham. I'm afraid you're almost too late," the elderly lady said at the cottage door in the sparsely populated outskirts of Lelystad, itself on the outskirts of Amsterdam. "And there will be no chance of getting material for your article, I'm sorry to say. Perhaps you might as well have the taxi wait." "I'm sorry, should I not bother to c...
It was nearly 3:00 PM on a Wednesday. The year was 2003. The place was Los Angeles. The city of angels. The city of dreams. The city of sin. Nicky Robinson stood outside of the tall downtown skyscraper. He was eighteen years old and he looked it. In fact, he looked very young for his age. His face was smooth and boyish and his sandy blonde hair only added t...
Raindrops were beginning to splatter against the windshield and distant thunder promised more bombast as I reached a Y in the road I hadn't expected and was forced, in view of the lights bearing down on me from a vehicle somewhere in back and near to me, to make a decision. "Take the high road" wafted through my brain. I had no idea why I had remembered that...
"Just have the desk call when you want us to come back and pick you up, Mr. Grabowski." The chauffeur of the black Lincoln Navigator with the tinted windows was pulling an expensive-looking leather suitcase out of the back of the SUV. The man he'd opened the back door of the vehicle for was standing, looking up at the Grand Tetons looming to the east over Ca...
November 1, 2009 From: Douglas Monroe To: Lawrence A. Ryan Subject: Ronald Gordon's plays Dear Dr. Ryan, I hope you can forgive the intrusion of this request coming out of the blue. My name is Douglas Monroe. I am a composer and a friend of Scott Jenkins. It was thanks to Scott that I had the good fortune to attend the premiere of Ronald Gordon's trilog...
There had been rain off and on all day, and it started up again as I was walking from the theater in Tokyo's Ni-chome district of Shinjuku, so I dipped into a small grocery store entered by a foyer in a small apartment building. The deluge, although heavy, hadn't lasted long, and I could use some snacks for the hotel, so I walked the aisles of the store in s...
[This is a completed four-chapter series of four interlocking stories that will complete posting before the send of September 2017] Christopher's Story Chris Wilson became aware of a change in the pattern of the gurgling sound of the respirator across the bedroom in the king-sized bed. Knowing this signaled that Earl would be awake—and perhaps even that he...