The Library Kids: A Countersink Scene

The doorbell rang. Paul rushed from the hallway, huffing irritably and tying his robe. “Who the hell could that be?” he grumbled. “They’d better be bleeding out of their face.” Paul peered through the blinds. “Oh my god.” “What?” I asked, preparing to run. “Who is it?” “It’s those damn library kids.” ... “I told... Continue Reading →

The Figure in the Field: A Countersink Scene

Paul was gone for a long time. Employees were starting to eye me. I pretended not to notice. I picked at the cold scraps on my plate. Where was he? I had read the papers through twice already. I had visited the restroom out of boredom four times. Maybe Sculptor had gone to Ginesbury’s house... Continue Reading →

Enter Summer: A Countersink Scene

Someone walked through the door. I looked up—I looked up whenever anyone came in. Nervous habit. She had a backpack full of books and she was wearing a black t-shirt that said “Campus Security” in bold, white letters. She had a coffee in one hand and a sub sandwich in the other. I was pretty... Continue Reading →

Snip: A Countersink Drabble

The ultra-hero scene…well, it was never perfect, but it was good, you know? It was home. You fit there. You weren’t famous or targeted; you were just the kid of the friend who, by association, got adopted by all his parents’ friend. It’s Luis! Hey Luis! Whatcha been working on, buddy? Been helping mom in... Continue Reading →

All of the Above: A Countersink Scene

“Sorry for asking—“ My heart sped. Pupils dilating, stomach in knots, the whole shebang. “Sorry for asking” was never a good start to a sentence. And she was hesitating. Also not good. I wished she’d hurry up and finish her question, so I could decide which lie to tell her. “—but, well, you’re a guy,... Continue Reading →

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