• Post By: Jason Santo
• Date: November 19, 2015
• Category: Uncategorized

By the time he’d gotten home, pieces of his day felt like melted candle wax; surreal images bending and merging into oblique memory. Hope began to seep into him the way Spring does winter, and Simon thought about his life going into bloom. He drove up to the duplex in the crowded, dirty neighborhood and […]

• Post By: Jason Santo
• Date: November 17, 2015
• Category: Uncategorized

He didn’t say hello. He wasn’t cowering or cordial. Simon demanded to know where the rest of the money was. The job was done, his heart was shorn like a sheep coat; raw and in the open. He wanted his due without the terror of the voice and his brow tensed the way it did […]

• Post By: Jason Santo
• Date: November 12, 2015
• Category: Uncategorized

Simon knew it was how his wife looked when she died; sweaty hair stained with the blood that had pumped heat to her sex only moments before. There was a chorus of emergency vehicle sirens behind him now, but he walked on. Think cereal, he told himself. Think of all the cereal you can buy […]

• Post By: Jason Santo
• Date: November 11, 2015
• Category: Uncategorized

Fate moved her like a chess piece. Simon marched, left arm locked straight, gripping the gun firmly. He felt like one of Alec’s action figures and wondered, as the blonde woman in the black raincoat appeared from around the corner, if he would be able to pull the trigger or if the gun would just […]

• Post By: Jason Santo
• Date: November 10, 2015
• Category: Uncategorized

Day continued its somersault between grey and brilliant hard light, shadows scurrying around the jagged edges of the uneven sidewalk and the brick walls closing in around Simon as he strode to Gammons Boulevard. The world went monochrome as a cloud shuttered hope, and he gripped the mask hard, his fingernails snagging in the wool […]

• Post By: Jason Santo
• Date: November 5, 2015
• Category: Uncategorized

Simon folded the letter into thirds, fished out his checkbook and an unused return envelope from his electric bill from the car’s armrest compartment. He then wrote his own address on the back of the letter so it would show through the plastic window of the envelope. It was how he sent his rent, repurposing […]

• Post By: Jason Santo
• Date: November 4, 2015
• Category: Uncategorized

His journal had been in the foot well behind the driver’s seat of his car for the past year, a victim of a brief urge to write again. Simon reached under the seat and pulled it from a nest of crumpled fast food bags and debris, surprised to see the Cross pen still anchored to […]

• Post By: Jason Santo
• Date: November 3, 2015
• Category: Uncategorized

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