Britney slouched in the blue leather chair, arms crossed tightly over her chest, face scrunched into a scowl. She was eighteen. An adult, sitting in the principal's office like a goddamned kid because that hag, Anderson, had it out for her. Britney wasn't the only one to have drawn on that desk. But she was the only one sent to the office for it. She huffed. Principal Porter sat in his chair on the other side of his massi...

Rattle, clunk. Every bump or hole that Carter couldn't evade made him wince. The noise coming from the front suspension of his battered Ford Edge could not be good. Any time now, the front wheels would fly off. He was sure of it. Carter cursed himself for not making the appointment sooner. He was too busy. It wasn't that big of a deal. It would go away on its own. All excuses to cover the fact that he really just didn't f...

Grant Ryans tapped away at the keyboard, each stroke a hammer blow to his already heavy head. The air conditioning vent above him weakly blew his tousseled brown hair. His eyes strained against the blue light from the monitor. The office had closed. The cubicles were all empty. But the unfinished reports remained. Then there were the e-mails. Still unanswered. Grant leaned back, the cheap worn out chair creaking its displ...

The black plastic trash bag arced through the air before crashing into the battered green dumpster. Kevin lazily made his way back to the old two story brick building that held Larry's Cafe. His phone chimed as he received a text message. He stopped near the kitchen door and leaned against the wall, the rough brick against his back. Kevin pulled out his phone and thumbed open the screen as he listened to Carlos singing so...