Dirt Road Tales

  The Tuesday Girl A glance through the window from the front sidewalk revealed that the little coffee shop was typically busy, though much of the customer traffic was “to go”, leaving fully half of the tables and booths free despite the line at the counter. Tuesdays were, he’d assured her several times, the only free day on his busy work schedule, so Tuesday it always was… up until now. The match had surprised her in the first place, though her photo was a good one, and was getting her tons of swipes. But this guy? The picture on his profile was off the charts, and his bio even better. She’d found herself skipping back to it a dozen times or more even after her swipe. He did finance law, and had won civic awards for his charitable, “pro bono” work, and besides all that he was a tanned and muscular outdoorsman… but amazingly he’d proven even hotter in person; tall, fit, thick hair, perfect teeth, his demeanor oozing confidence like spoons-full of sugary, lick-able syrup. Lila had b...

  Blackhearts (mostly fictional recollections from long ago told with some undeniable truths) I believe it was the summer of '78, or possibly '79. Please humor my looseness around such details, as I think we can all agree that either one of those summers would have been a long, long time ago. Anyways, when I pulled in from work that day there was a girl sitting on the curb in front of my building; a melancholy looking girl with her chin cupped in her palms, her elbows propped up on her closed knees, and her toes pointed disjointedly inwards. I’d seen the girl a couple of times in the past week or so, coming or going from the apartment across the hall from mine, an apartment where at least three rowdy young guys lived along with their mean-assed Pit Bull dog, although truthfully it was hard to say exactly how many lived there, as there were generally a slew of kids hanging around that apartment, to recently include this girl who was currently perched on the curb right where I li...