Author Archives: glossarch

“Best to hide under the nose of the enemy, I suppose,” I said. “Must have passed ten department stores on my way here.” She glanced up from her tea. “The doctors go where the sick people are”. “So how’s the … Continue reading →

They always had liquor cabinets, but this one really took the cake. I mean, top shelf stuff. There was no ice in the freezer – but then again, there hadn’t been much ice for about 7 years now. No matter. … Continue reading →

It took him a few minutes to decide what to wear to the bakery. He went with a clean cut look in the end: something Ralph Lauren with a collar. Then he was on the sidewalk and doing his best … Continue reading →

It began when I climbed the low basalt hill at the edge of town.  I found a cave halfway up the side, you see. The weird thing is, now I keep having to go back. And I just can’t shake … Continue reading →

He wove the wires around the bolts and turned them once; she jumped. “What is this? Some sort of flame?” she asked. He smiled in the strange white light. “This, my love, is called electricity.” Then he reached into his … Continue reading →

“So, what, you screwed up your life and now you’re a mover?” Jim glanced at the teenager lounging against the barren wall. “Nice thought, kid, but no. I chose this job.” “Chose, huh?” Jim wiped his forehead with a handkerchief. … Continue reading →

He carries a black Sharpie with him at all times.  It is ideal for quick scribbling in public places: a granite bench, a concrete wall by the ATM, the smooth white tiles above the row of urinals in an airport … Continue reading →

The man walked around the car, smiling slightly at the Kansas license plate still stuck in the corner of the rear view windshield. “What brings you here, anyway?” asked the mover’s assistant. “World peace,” the man replied. The movers glanced … Continue reading →