All You Got by AJ Hayes

Damn alley stinks. Dumpster stinks worse. How can people eat this shit? I think. My inner voice says, ask yourself, fuckhead. I’m about to backhand my inner voice across the chops when the service door slides  up and Dickhead slides out. I’m out of the Dumpster and on him before he sees me. I get […]

Small Separations by AJ Hayes

I didn’t give the guy much for it. Couple of bucks trade-in on a cheap Bowie copy. It looked like the kind of box they keep machinist’s straight edges in. Grain worn walnut with leather hinges. Inside, red padded silk surrounded a six-inch wedge of heavy, polished steel, narrow and razored along the bottom. It […]