Category Archives: Fragments
by Liam Scheff published at The Truth Barrier I’m almost human today, having reverted from whatever maudlin and darkly creative state the world usually extrudes me, into a more wide-open pose. Perhaps it was my intersection with a woman accelerating … Continue reading
Some of the others fall and they’re putting out their arms and legs, and trying to catch something, but there’s only air and rain. One of them actually dives – he pulls his head together and like… like an Olympic diver or something. He puts his hands in a prayer, and then juts them up over his head, and then he points down and they’re an ice-breaker or a hatchet and he dives right down and disappears into the water.
But it’s cold. Damned cold around Thanksgiving. So, they got maybe…10 minutes, maybe 5 before they’re gonna pass out. But maybe with all the rain it’s not gonna be so cold. I only know it’s cold because I fell in the local crick in November, but when I was 9. I almost died but Dad and Josh dove in and pulled me out. Dad had to pull Josh out too, mostly. Josh was only 12. Dad was so happy he cried. He told me not to go sledding on that hill again, and not to tell mom. But everybody was there with cameras, so it was on the news and in the paper, and mom forgave Dad and me and cried and made me promise never to go near the crick again, ever.
by Liam Scheff 15 of 15×15 “It was always too late,” she says, fully articulate, loosened by alcohol, bordering between convivial and hostile, and back to jovial. She’s holding court, and we are no longer her peers, but her subjects. … Continue reading
by Liam Scheff 13 of 15×15 The company moves me around. They liked how I got team activities going in Philadelphia and Kentucky. They wanted to try it in Durbanville. It wasn’t complicated. It’s the kind of stuff they make … Continue reading
by Liam Scheff 11 of 15×15 “And what’ll we do for water?” Jolie stands frozen in place, her eyes shocked open, tears forming on a thin sheen of burning dry heat that she feels all over her eyes, that she … Continue reading
by Liam Scheff 10 of 15×15 We all came out after Entourage, in like…2006, 2007. We all grew up watching Swingers on cable. We’d seen the movie 1,000 times. We knew all the lines. We’d become those guys in our … Continue reading
by Liam Scheff 9 of 15×15 It’s the fourth day of the power outage in all of the Bronx, Queens, most of Long Island, half of Brooklyn, and all of Manhattan. New York City: 430 square miles, 5,200 buses, 250 … Continue reading
by Liam Scheff 8 of 15×15 Vivian flips through the channels. Basic cable. It was our decision to limit it. “The two way mirror,” she calls it. We’re not permitted to have nothing (which would be our choice). The building … Continue reading
by Liam Scheff 7 of 15×15 “So, this kind of chunky Matt-Damon looking dude in a short-sleeve button-down white shirt with like, a Bible in his hand is walking with his butt-buddy, and I realize these are Morons, or whatever.” … Continue reading
by Liam Scheff 6 of 15×15 “And why won’t you write it?” “Because it’s not true!” She says it with unintended force from air that pummels its way out of her lungs and guts and makes the words throaty and … Continue reading
by Liam Scheff 4 of 15×15 “Just walk up to her and say, ‘The guy over there.’ No, ‘The manager recommends…’ No. ‘Wants you to have this, compliments of the house.’” “Deck, I’m alphabetizing.” “Just do this one thing – … Continue reading
by Liam Scheff 2 of 15×15 “Ohhh,” she says, pausing, taking it all in, holding the daiquiri just below her chin, “I missed this.” He looks at her, at the daiquiri, at her smiling face. He’d made, oh…3,000 of them, … Continue reading