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MY DINNER WITH MORRIS FINK

  MY DINNER WITH MORRIS FINK   It was a Friday afternoon in February, and I was just clearing off my desk in preparation for departing the office for the day.   After a stretch of unusually disagreeable weather, I was looking forward to a weekend of repose.   During the week, the town of Norwich had been assailed mercilessly by three separate days of snow, followed by a quick thaw and then an overnight freeze-over.   This left the streets slick with an impenetrable rind of ice.   The mere act of walking had become a treacherous feat, and via typed bulletins and telegraph dispatches that crossed my desk, I had learned of numerous accidents and casualties all along the New England seaboard.   The worst of the wires reported a seagoing tugboat named had lost the two coal barges she had been towing up to Providence from Norfolk.   It appeared that all eight men and one woman, the wife of one of the barge captains, had been lost at sea when the bar...
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LAS FLACAS

  LAS FLACAS Gerard Thornton                  Curt and Troy rolled to a stop in the big red pickup truck.   They waited impatiently for the light to change on Collins Avenue.    The stereo was blaring a Morgan Wallen song.   Troy craned his neck to make sure the case of Bud Light that he had perched on the gear in the back seat didn’t topple over.   Once he was satisfied the beer was stable, he returned his attention to the nightlife parading down the street of Miami’s fabled South Beach neighborhood.   The lights of the late night strip blazed out, turning the night into almost daytime brightness.                “Yo, man, check out those bitches,” Curt shouted over the music.   Troy followed his friend’s gaze to the car sitting next to them at the light.   It was a brand new M8 Gran Coupe. ...
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BRAIN HOOK

BRAIN HOOK © 2025 By Gerard Thornton   The man’s eyes opened with a flutter.   It took him a moment for his surroundings to register.    His vision focused on an overhead fan that was spinning lazily in the heavily shadowed room.   He was lying flat on his back on some type of bed and wondered if he had fallen asleep.   Although the room was familiar to him, he struggled to associate his surroundings with his immediate predicament.   Before he was fully lucid, he was greeted by a woman who walked over to him. Her expression looked somewhat impatient, as though she had been waiting for some time for him to awaken.   She was instantly recognizable to the man, although he was having difficulty placing the name at the moment. “Well, hello there, nice of you to join me,” she said, the mirth in her voice not quite matching the somber, cautious look in her dark eyes.   The man attempted to rise, but an unseen force kept him supine.   ...
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