He has no jacket.  A bruise is fading into yellows and greens on the back of his neck.  He holds the cigarette with two fingers and cups his other palm around the cherry as if to protect it from the wind.  When he’s smoked it almost into ashes he drops the butt on the ground and shoves both hands in his pockets.

Fade out.

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A couple years back there was this chain letter getting sent around.  I think a couple of the guys from the video shop sent it as a joke.  Anyway, it started off with some urban legend about some woman getting abducted from a Walmart parking lot when two guys jumped out of a van beside her parked car and made off with her.  Then the email gave all ( Read more... )

"Hey, Tony-boy, you got a regular down front."
He looked up at the remark and craned his neck to peer out the window along with the other boy. A heavyset man in a business suit stood nervously under the worn and faded awning of the nearby hotel, briefcase in tow. He swayed a little as he stood, red-faced, glancing from side to side.
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Ancient Egyptian crap, huh.  You know, I met a mummy once, in Toronto.  Before Henry and I moved to Vancouver, he had an apartment downtown and I had...well, I had a basement apartment back then.  Anyway, he was having these weird dreams about the sun.  Weird, because vampires aren't supposed to dream in the first place, and weird because it's the ( Read more... )