Jack Feldman

Confession #1

I confess, I shot him. It was opening night, Crimson Rain, a Great Depression drama about a fugitive on the run after robbing a bank. In the first act, he rushes onto stage as thunder rolls and strobe lights emulate lightning. It’s raining outside, and his car went off

Conspiracy

Jake: Y'know what I think it is? I think it's aliens. Kay: What? Jake: C'mon man. The Flash. Kay: Okay... Why? Jake: I think they're softening us up. Like, the Flash and all this weird shit that's been happening? That&

Drowsy

An interview with a dreamer. At the time of our conversation, most of his face and forehead were covered in large patches of pale green lichen. His eyes had entirely been covered, but creases had formed in the lichen around his mouth and nose. Less noticeably, patches of lichen has

Sundays at Sue's

Y'know, I used to come here as a kid. Every week with my father, on Sunday's. We'd sit right here, in this booth in the corner. He'd come home from work, 5:30 sharp, he'd get one step in the

Broadcast v2

V1: So… Did you hear about what happened down in New Brunswick? V2: Nope. [Silence] V1: Would you… Would you like to know what happened down in New Brunswick? V2: No. V1: Okay. [Beat] V1: You’re sure you don’t wanna know the happenings recently in New Brunswick? V2:

Relief

When the world is falling apart, you have to hold onto anything you can grab. After the flash, in the days of panicked evacuations, then rioting, then conflict, I learned to pack light, and take supplies wherever I could get them. Now, almost a year into the civil war, some