by Robert S Goldsmith | Aug 29, 2020 | Part One Chapter Four
Bing! Getting in the elevator, Roger became aware of the pungent birth of citrus, he tried to turn, but the car was packed people pushing people shoving with the lunch crowd. Maybe it was an old brandy smell, maybe it was his imagination. They were crammed in the tin...
by Robert S Goldsmith | Aug 28, 2020 | Part One Chapter Four
Flames leapt upon her from the charred remains of the bum; flailing her arms she tried to put the flames out to no avail. Her face melts before her eyes, as now she is drowning and now awake once again. She hears the doctors conferring, but their voices are muffled by...
by Robert S Goldsmith | Aug 27, 2020 | Part One Chapter Four
Roger floated back to the third floor. It had been awhile since he had felt the euphoria of success; the rollercoaster of the past few days was making him drunk on his elation. No more settling for the lowest common denominator in the equation (horrorscope); if this...
by Robert S Goldsmith | Aug 26, 2020 | Part One Chapter Four
Roger did not know what to expect as he pushed his way through the imposing oaken doors; the rumors that he was dying from some kind of cancer led him to imagine a hospital bed with air bags, sensors, the whole nine yards, but the man standing with his hands clasped...
by Robert S Goldsmith | Aug 25, 2020 | Part One Chapter Four
Roger entered the antechamber on the 13th floor and gazed appreciatively at the secretary sitting behind the desk. She looked up with a hint of exasperation oh baby leggs are here and fawning, but judged him to be worth neither in that split second. “Do you have...