An old man, looking for friends, sits at a table in the Alley Bar with a couple of acquaintances. He met them through his program at the University, but he knows he'd never admit that he has no friends of his own. Friends from before he started his PhD. This old man's name is Baker.

Baker's head was a completely shaven bald. His face was only ( Read more... )

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Harriet felt weary. Those nights all alone on the dance floor. She falls all the time. She stumbles. She hears the call of strangers all around her. They all seem warm, yet distant. Even when they're grinding to that bad sound the parents said no to whenever the radio happened to be paid to play that over-produced, under-appreciated, unloved- ( Read more... )

Mom and dad died. They just died. Nothing big and dramatic. The car just didn't see them in the pitch black night that encompasses the country roads at about the same time every night at two in the morning. They liked walking together. Whenever their marriage started getting rough and money got tight, they'd go out for a walk and somehow fix ( Read more... )