Tag Archives: David Spicer

Applause and Cheers

The gunman from Morocco zombie-walked, his shirttail hanging. He hadn’t received an invitation. After he snatched the bridesmaid’s purse at her best friend’s wedding, I caught him on the monitor and chased him to the hayfield out back, where we … Continue reading

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Midnight Equinox

From my insomniac’s terrace I smoked a Camel and spit the taste out below, near the trestle. The first and last time. I had laughed at you with lust on your 30th birthday, that summer dress whooshing up from an … Continue reading

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