Marcel St. Pierre

TAPE RECORDER CLICKS. BREATHING. SWIG OF LIQUID. ARSHER: Hey, Wanda? Dis Arsher Fermp. And dis is de lass will ‘n temperment of me, Arsher Fermp. Several swigs. Sigh. ARSHER: Wanda, you took it all, and now all I got lef t so you listena me, okay? I’m dying, Wanda… of a broken heart you broke. … Read more

Mr. Lyons turned the screen for them both to look at. “Impressive website, Denyse,” he said, and he meant it. “Shank you,” replied Denyse, blushing. He was probably old enough to be her Dad, but she thought again how cute he looked. “I’ve checked your references and again, very happy with what I’ve heard,” he … Read more