Marcel St. Pierre

As Bradley Fitzbooniack walked into the bar, the sheen from his wing-tips reflected his shadow on the ceiling. He wore a suit of the finest zoot and a matching hat with a yellow feather, and from what he could see, this place was wall to wall pulchritude. He spied the blondest babe of all at … Read more

“It’s not me, it’s them,” she’d concluded. Unable to master even a G chord, Jeggaleer Trank still knew deep in her heart that her guitar playing wasn’t as bad as it sounded. After 3 years of oil painting, she knew her 45 unsold ‘art’ pieces weren’t as talentless as they looked. And after having sent … Read more

Gunther Jorph was a busy businessman with a busy life, far too busy to understand that he kept so busy because he was afraid of being vulnerable. And so it was that he walked hurriedly with his briefcase in hand, like he had so many days, straight past the lemonade stand on the 2nd street … Read more