Off The Page: Bon Voyage, Charlie

Ryan Duncan reads “Bon Voyage, Charlie,” a story by Dan Pope


Dotty Adams remarked that she hadn’t known there were any Jews in the neighborhood. Some people wondered if the men in long black coats and broad-brimmed hats were Goths, like those boys at Columbine.


The ants climbed up the front of Macedonio’s sweater, circling the buttons.  They arrived at Macedonio’s chest, interested in a yogurt stain.