THIRTY DAYS HAS SEPTEMBER, The Twentieth Night
The mess of stationery I carried was a collection of soggy, semi-wet and dried water stains holding strands of paper together. The envelopes were in the best shape because I’d rolled them into a tight tube and used one of my extra trouser springs to hold them...Harvey and Habits……keeping a marriage solid?
Harvey the Grey Cat. This morning. Harvey likes the end of the bed while I am in the shower, shaving and all that. He waits so he can approve of my attire for the day. He’s easy because he always approves.
Algiers, a Short Story by James Strauss
Algiers, Algeria. I asked him how a country could have a city named the same thing as the country, but he ignored me.