Then Whose?


“Good morning Miss Lilly,” he proffered a card.

“Abner Cluck, Acme Insurance.”

“Do you have adequate protection for your business?”

“The girls are responsible for their own, you say?”

“Sorry, I thought this was your house,
you were the madam in charge.”


I’m All In


If you can do this, I can promise these,

A skill,
A trade.
Passion for what you do.
The respect and admiration of your peers.
True love,
Family you can cleave to.
Good health,
A long, full life.

Nothing more, nothing less.


Truth


With cover design to lure the unsuspecting scholar
The Stone is but an opuscule, penned by Margolies.
Inside, printed with a serifed typeface on rag paper, is truth.
Truth to set you free, to make you run.
Perhaps, to get you killed.

Bump and Grind



The work-night was over; still too early for dawn.
“See ya, Jimmy,” Darlene said to the doorman.
Stepping into the morning chill she adjusted her scarf.
“G’nite, Miss Drake!”

She walked away from beneath the darkened marquee that read:
“Girls, Girls, Girls”


Mother vs. Jillian


My mother wouldn’t like Jillian.
Jillian knows what she wants.
Excepting my mother, Jillian is the most stubborn woman I know.

Neither she nor I care what Mother might say.
Mother doesn’t know what Jillian brings to the table.
But I do.


Gargleblaster #169: Gargleblaster


“Drink this,” I said,” but be careful. Never get cavalier with a gargleblaster.”

She held it to the light, downed it, and wiped her sleeve across her mouth, “Damn,” she said salaciously, “I don’t care about this though, something doesn’t add up.”