A.A. Garrison is a twenty-nine-year-old man living in the mountains of North Carolina. His short fiction has appeared in dozens of zines, anthologies, and web journals, as well as the Pseudopod webcast. He is the author of a post-apocalyptic horror novel, The End of Jack Cruz.
Randy’s buddy Charlie wasn’t coming back from the war. As Charlie had lay dying, he asked Randy to check on his mom as soon as Randy got home. Now Randy’s back from the gulf, and has to make good on his promise. Billy, Charlie’s mom, needed something; but what could Randy give her, when he had so many burdens of his own? Perhaps the answer was not in what he could give her, but in what they could give each other. (M/F)
The woman was a quick, whimsical movement from the corner of his eye, and he was helpless not to look. And look. Stan, a failed writer who’d lucked out on an editing job, soon finds his home life turned into something from Amsterdam’s Red Light district: his luscious neighbor has begun performing obscene and tantalizing acts, visible through her bedroom window. Stan has a front-row seat. Unfortunately, like most things too good to be true, it is. (M/F)