Category Archives: L. J. Prewett

“You got to do it Dawn,” Cherie looked down at her sitting on the bathroom floor. “I don’t know why we got to do it at all.” “We been through this. Bobby’s gone down to Columbia with the money and … Continue reading →

The woman is in bed, looking at the subtle bars outside the screen. Her hands jerk intermittently, as they have for months. They aren’t working properly, yet she didn’t tell the shrink about that, or that her voice wouldn’t work … Continue reading →

I’d been to the Russian restaurant before; the waiters dressed like Cossacks except they were clean. The main appetizers were flavored iced vodkas. Instead of the large party I thought we’d be joining at the invitation of Michael McCord, Steven … Continue reading →

Ft. Lauderdale was baking under a yellow, dull November sun. We didn’t spend much time outside. I saw the beach from the room; there weren’t many people down there, I thought, sweating, broiling, turning to leather, probably getting skin cancer. … Continue reading →