Take A Woman Like You

“Is the jukebox broken?” Charlie bit the corner of a bag of sunflower seeds, tore it open. “It won’t light up,” he said, spitting out plastic, “but it plays.” “Is it playing now?” “Should be. Forney put some quarters in.” “You don’t know the name of this song, do you? I checked the labels, but…

The Simple Life

Some nights were busy, some were not. This one was not. The man on the bar stool swiveled and moved his lips as he read. He looked up from his pages, thinking, then said, “What’s a channeled whelk?” The bartender pulled his head away from the television. A moment later his eyes followed. He scratched…