Monthly Archives: August 2014
Bradleysburg (9)
Donna needed coffee. Black coffee, and a lot of it. She felt groggy, could barely stand. The morning sun poked through the trees in sharp bursts of gold. In other circumstances, it would be beautiful. Her Toyota Avalon–the car she … Continue reading
Bradleysburg (8)
Tina sat on her bed, the sage green sheets pushed aside for her comfort, listening to her mother berate her father in the next room. She wished she could go to work, but Mel’s was closed for the funerals. “I … Continue reading
Bradleysburg (7)
Pudge had never seen his dad cry before. Frank Hayes was a tough bastard, even by the hyper-masculine standards of rural southwestern Pennsylvania. The boy had seen Frank forcibly eject angry men twice his size from the diner, and he’d … Continue reading
Bradleysburg (6)
For Ike Randall, time slowed down considerably the moment the pole hit the line. He saw the current arc, a brilliant white flash, and the involuntary muscular contortions on the faces of the victims. The pole leaned heavily on the … Continue reading
Bradleysburg (5)
The second Tuesday of every month, Sammy’s parents went to the Borough Council meeting. He stayed home, because he was 12 and who cared about zoning and stuff like that? For three years, Ron Jenkins had been the mayor, a … Continue reading
Bradleysburg (4)
Dwayne Hayes looked at the newspaper through reading glasses that sat at the end of his nose. The white porcelain cup in his hand held lukewarm coffee, but he sipped it anyway, out of habit. “You want anything else, Dwayne?,” … Continue reading
...said the blind man... 