One evening just a few weeks ago, I noticed him fiddling with something on his back deck. Cleaning bird shit off the umbrella above his picnic table, maybe. He held a spray bottle in one hand and a sponge in the other. He stood on a chair, squirting and wiping. Then he'd give the umbrella a little twirl and hit another spot. That was his method.
I am happy to announce that I have two flash pieces in the current issue of The Ocean State Review (Volume 8: No. 1): "HVAC" and "Art's Parties." To purchase a copy of the number, follow this link: http://oceanstatereview.org/current-issue/