• Singing in the Tunnel

    Vincent walked through the Broadway Tunnel. He wore his iPod earphones, and shoved his hands in the pockets of his black hoodie. The tunnel was long and spooky, but it sure beat climbing over Russian Hill. His beer buzz would dull out the pain, but he was barely sober enough to get home as it […]

  • Phantom Buses

    She waited at the 43 Masonic stop. It was getting dark in the Presidio, and she kept thinking of that hit and run cyclist a few years ago. Hit on her bike, by a car, and nobody ID’d the car or came forward. How hard would it be to get hit on the back of […]