The way this call goes makes it easy to imagine it’s a coach, probably that vindictive guy who majored in psych, feeding the security supervisor lines.
I am a phone in a box, a tool, my hand on a wall to steady myself. A finger sinks into a damp patch of plaster, recently painted. It covers a bullet hole.
A potential public-relations nightmare gets swept under the splendid carpets and tapestries of antiquity.
Lose this job and the debt buries me.
Steve would like you to know the following:
Steve Conway has been an adjunct professor, musician, and line cook. He is an Academy Award-winning illustrator who now creates content for Sent Tenses: short serialized fiction featuring stories of revenge, dysfunction, dangling adhesive bandages, and occasional flesh wounds in an amber wash of povidone-iodine solution. Content sent to your email every Tuesday-Thursday-Sunday. AI-Generated images daily. Sign-up for your free subscription today here. (Gmail users: please check under your “promotions” tab to confirm your subscription).
Thank you, Steve. I will miss hearing your stories.
