“Hey!” Billy yelled across the waiting room as Bert emerged through the mechanical hospital door. Surgery happened 48 hours prior and Bert was walking around on crutches (“…as best you can,” Yolanda explained as they were preparing his discharge papers. “It will look wrong, it will feel wrong, and, honey, it will BE wrong. ButContinue reading “Bert’s Knees”
“Here’s how to make it in life,” Charlie growled. “You don’t go around demandin’ respect without bein’ willin’ to give respect.” Charlie paused and reached for his coffee. He only asked people to fill it “halfway” so he wouldn’t shake it all over himself on the way to his mouth. Was it old age? Parkinson’s?Continue reading ““Table Games””
This short story (?) originally started in June 1997.