Mini Sagas

The compounding anxieties of recent infidelity and the prospect of bringing life into the world created a pounding in Joe's head like steel on steel. Hastily pouring himself another shot, his undershirt soaked, Joe spoke to his best man in a tone of beaten indifference. "Might as well," he said, throwing back the glass.

A moment ago, seconds really, he had been at my side, pulling me away from the discount isle. "Malcolm?" I call out to him again and again. "Have you seen my son?" "Have you seen this boy?" "Excuse me." "His name is Malcolm."