The moments of lucidity were rarer and rarer, but when they came, he regaled me with tales of swallowed teeth, basement brawls, and AIDS tests administered at midnight in ramshackle midtown health ... [+]
Winter Bel writes fiction and poetry. Born in England, she is typically in L.A. or Paris, working on her debut novel 'Hard Place Rock'. Find out more at winterbel.info. "Dallas Fireflies" is in Short Circuit #04, Short Édition's quarterly review.
It began at a sports bar, the kind of place the realtor would call "happy-go-lucky." In other words, if your barstool wasn't sticky, assume it had just been swabbed clean by CSI. There was graffiti on the cigarette machine that said: same hell different hole. Everyone agreed this probably wasn't about cigarettes, which were a one-hole gig, but it sure made you think.Roslyn had come for a bachelorette party. The dolphin clip-art on the invitation should have warned her exactly what to expect of her old college friends. Sure enough, they squealed for Steve Winwood on the jukebox when they weren'