By Jeffrey R. DeRego

THE STORY SO FAR

Part seven

I wake up to harsh fluorescent lights. My right arm is handcuffed to a hospital bed. The soft perpetual bleeping of machinery fills the room. I get … Continue reading→

By Jeffrey R. DeRego

THE STORY SO FAR

Part six

The kid’s voice quiets a little as I bolt down the street into the heavy weekend traffic of Acushnet Avenue. High school kids cruise up and down … Continue reading→

By Jeffrey R. DeRego

THE STORY SO FAR

Part Five

The tenements are easy to scale, but I ring the apartment doorbell beneath the intercom instead. They don’t answer immediately. Someone thunders down the steps.

I smile … Continue reading→

By Jeffrey R. DeRego

THE STORY SO FAR

We’re in the men’s room. His tongue tastes like old cigars, cheap whiskey, and garlic. His hands are all over me, but I don’t concentrate on that because he’s … Continue reading→