She is young and beautiful, her long black hair tied in a ponytail. She is writing. Bruno sits three tables away as a soft cascade of modern jazz drifts through the café. He cannot tell what she is writing. He sees her in profile, and a loose lock of hair partly obscures her features. He […]
It was a revolutionary new theory of unimpeachable argument, underscored by the authentic lived experience of its originator. Professor K, whose field was English literature, had long declared his views on a variety of topics ostensibly related to other disciplines (upon which he deemed his own research to have given him special insight): economics,
****The voice of the speaker drones on as the presentation stretches into a grim, unrelenting eternity. ****One member of the captive audience is mildly distressed, for despite having decided to take a break from drinking for a few weeks, he has begun to experience an intense craving for a cold beer. This, he assumes,
***Bruno Flanagan, Associate Professor of English, returns from the men’s room, walks to the bar, and orders a second pint of amber ale. It is Friday night, and his commitment to avoid a weekend in hangover recovery has once again receded into cognitive dissonance. Having some food with the booze will mitigate the effects, he
There was a trestle at the eastern edge of town, part of a stretch of the Delaware & Hudson Railway. It crossed above the Batten Kill, a tributary of the Hudson. The trestle served as the focal point for some of the stupid things I did as a kid, which I suppose peaked the summer
