Better Not Cry
They don’t tell you how many kids piss on Santa’s lap.
Why couldn’t they just be normal, sit on his lap, and ask for GI Joes and Barbies? He had this one brat this morning tried explaining crypto to him.
Nick bounced little Jimmy – ‘Jimbo’ – once on his knee. He could feel the tell-tale warmth of a faulty bladder, but it wasn’t Santa that the boy feared. It was everything else.
From
Starlite Pulp
Review #5
Restoration Software
…Gus came out of the motel bathroom, a palmful of hair dripping on the chipped tile. The long strands, a bushy, tangled mess, spilled in all directions. “It’s… sticky. Like pine tar or something.” Jonah wondered why he even picked it up.
He fumbled his phone, dropped it, fired its beam on the ceiling. “I saw something. It… was looking at me.”
“The woman’s here?”
“It was an ‘it.’ And it moved.”
From Down & Out Books’
The Killing Rain
Match Wits with Seattle’s Finest!
Seattle’s crime rate doesn’t fluctuate whether or not Pearl Jam is on tour. But more crimes are solved when the multimillion-record-selling quintet is off the road. That’s because their singer, Eddie Vedder, is home and ready to help detectives clear their thorniest cases.