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He would have preferred a job without the requisite chitchat, but after a year of shoveling snow, digging ditches, replacing rotted siding, and watching “Sanford & Son” reruns, Joe was relieved to get any job—even if it was working for the lesbians. The sign said “Colton Hardware Store,” but people called it the lesbian hardware … Continue reading

Short Fiction

Lobster Hugger

Sandy was raised kosher and harbored a largely kosher palate excepting her weekly forays into the decimation and consumption of lobsters. She frequented the fish market on Abalone Street as opposed to the one owned by Greeks closer to her house, mainly because she lusted after the proprietor, a virile Arab with serpentine hands. She … Continue reading

Short Fiction


For a time, Veronica was my husband’s secretary. She had a nicotine-stained voice, pumpkin lips, and two different colored eyes—one ocean blue and the other primordial-ooze green. Her nose was like an apex with a bump at the top for jumping into the water. She typed ninety-five words per minute and never needed the spellcheck; … Continue reading