Stories

1: Dancing in the Dark I came alone and sat at my favorite table close to the band. By ten p.m. gyrating bodies crammed the dance floor of Palo Alto’s Keystone West. Men were dressed in tight pants and polyester…

When the spinning stops I’m crumpled in a heap like the lopsided contents in a washing machine. I try to twist around, but my legs are pinned under the steering wheel. The tops of redwoods are all I see through…

I awoke in the dark to a stabbing pain in my belly. I drew in my knees and cradled my abdomen, scraping the stapled scar above my pubic bone. I’d feel better with more drugs, but I needed to eat…