Fiction

Bracketville

by Chris Brown Thursday afternoon. First round. “Check your scoreboard,” the voice said. Jerry put down the receiver, swiveled to the computer, and clicked refresh: Dayton 78, Syracuse 77. Eeesh. Not good. Jerry headed straight for the snack room. Five of them were bivouacked around the corner table, licking their wounds, clutching paper coffee cups…

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The Elevator

by The Inmate “We’ve got flower petals in number three.  Get Parker down here with a vacuum cleaner–now.”  The security guard spoke urgently into his black walkie-talkie as he exited the elevator past two women and two men entering it.  The Juniper Center was a new building.  Occupancy was low; the rents were high, the…

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