Charles. K. Carpenter
The Personate Neighbor
By Charles Carpenter Tarana picks up the clumps of body hair from the floor of the shower and drops them into the waste basket. Even with her long fingernails she is hardly ever able to pick it all up in its entirety, and consequently, approximately one-third of it goes down the drain, stopping it up [...]
15Aug2012 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedWarehouse Workings
By Charles. K. Carpenter I nearly spill my morning coffee when I notice the big, black headlines on the front page of the newspaper. “BODIES FOUND!” it screams, and my eyes shoot to the accompanying photograph of the warehouse where I used to work. I can’t believe this. Reading farther doesn’t help me much either. [...]
4Feb2012 | admin | 0 comments | Continued