THE TALE OF MR. MILLER BEGINS

Tommy is limping around his dirty apartment like an injured antelope running away from its predator. Ever since last week, when the old man “fell and couldn’t get up” out of his tiny shower stall, he has been subjected to the grueling task of using crutches for support. He promised the doctors that his beer…

NOT ENOUGH

The choker at her neck pulls tightly against the alcohol she swallowed two hours ago. She wonders if that's why she feels like puking, but no, she just wants to puke. Sharon takes one more drag and puts her cigarette out in wet mud. Her thoughts never really go anywhere. She says things out loud, but…