The Perilous Primate

“Four eyes! Hey—four eyes!”

“Hey, we’re talking to you, loser!”

Irma Groden didn’t turn around, she just kept walking with her eyes on the cracked pavement. The hem of her red-checkered dress was too short; it fluttered upward with every step. Continue reading The Perilous Primate

The Dark Magician

The week the circus came to Fairview, Daniel Carver went funny. Driving up the old dirt road toward Forest Pass, his neighbors saw him, standing stock-still by his mailbox.
Daniel was shirtless, staring off across the vacant field opposite his house. His chest and shoulders were a violent, shiny pink; his face was tight and alarmingly red. Continue reading The Dark Magician