Mob Mentality by James Patrick Focarile

Last Wednesday at 3:00 p.m. they hit. Hard. Thirty blew in through the main entrance doors. They wore hoodies and masks. Men and women of all shapes and sizes—tall, fat, black, white—you name it. They spread through the aisles like a virus, grabbing everything in sight: clothing, purses, shoes, makeup. High-end merch, but also anything […]
Carolyn’s Eyes by James Patrick Focarile

“I already told you, I can’t move it,” said Mooney. He sat at a metal-framed desk. I tossed a newspaper to him. It landed with a thump. “Say’s it’s worth two million.” He glanced at the headline above the fold. “Yeah, Danny, front page.” “Two million,” I repeated. “This thing’s hotter than Carolyn’s ass on […]
Lockdown by James Patrick Focarile

Sirens scream, tearing at your ears and forcing you to the floor. Something electric, an energy, dances in the air. You’ve practiced for this moment, but today is different. There’s real panic in her grown-up eyes as they look to the door and then back to you and the others—pancake-flat on the floor, trying to […]