Body and Soul
Rainy afternoons brought the sound of jazz with them. Samson would watch as droplets trickled against the window, tear-staining the glass. Strangely, the…
Grammophone
The sack had arrived a week ago. Inconspicuous, wrapped in burlap, smelling faintly of Chanel No. 5. Left on the doorstep of his Bronx apartment. He’d almost…
Fairy Bag
A metro train rumbled by temporarily drowning out the squeaking sax’s appeals for loose change. Gerrick tugged his coat a little tighter and looked this way…