Slaughter
It’s hard to find good help these days. Before lunch, I knew the new guy they brought in wouldn’t cut it. His hands shook when I handed him the bolt gun.
Stories
House
Right before I caved and called Dad, his work called. They never do that. The woman’s voice was warm but strange, shaky at the end of sentences.
Rule 99
If the directions the boss gave me were correct, I was getting close to Los Suelos. The road before me devolved from a state highway to a county road of rutted macadam and faded thermoplastic road paint.
Chasm
Calvin started going to the diner as an escape. He wanted to avoid church, but his parents made him promise to acknowledge God, His presence, at least once a week.
The Buried Man
The truth is I don’t expect them to show up at all. I’m used to getting blown off. It’s basic as hell—New Kid Blues, et cetera, et cetera.
The Carlos Clay Crockery Company
Bianca didn’t have time to stuff the hundred-dollar bill into her pocket before Luis came in to check her register.
¿Eres un Duende?
The preparations required ingredients she didn’t like clients to see. Most disliked what they saw.
Caring for Mr. Bernard: An Instruction Manual
The position you are about to assume is one of great esteem.
Rock Bottom
There are ley lines. You know them because you feel them beneath your feet, humming up your stunted legs.
Code Switching
I’ve been to more Blue Dicks games than anyone else in town, I bet. I don’t like baseball, but since Robert’s gone I’ve got time on my hands.