Tales From My Spam Folder09.28.18: Recognition“I don’t know why it’s so hard to believe.”Oct 9, 2018Oct 9, 2018
Tales From My Spam Folder09.18.18: Sisyphus in CollectiveAnnie Chun trudged down the sidewalk, sweat pooling between her neck and collar bone and ringing from shoulder to aching shoulder, sweat…Sep 22, 2018Sep 22, 2018
Tales From My Spam Folder09.14.18: Bogey“I see,” said Garrison Hodgespray. “For this sorta job I’d have to charge… hmmm, say…” His eyes searched lazily upwards; he had all of his…Sep 15, 2018Sep 15, 2018
Tales From My Spam Folder09.11.18: What Is and Is Not Good for BusinessHenry Park took his last looks around the store: EVERYTHING MUST GO painted in bold yellow and red letters across the windows, racks of…Sep 14, 2018Sep 14, 2018
Tales From My Spam Folder09.10.18: Gutter Cleaning Forever“Bob, this is amazing. I don’t know how you do it.” Kristin Miranda — Head of Innovation at Gutter Cleaning Forever, LLC — in hard hat and…Sep 11, 2018Sep 11, 2018
Tales From My Spam Folder09.07.18: With Only $500“That’s right, folks! With only five hundred dollars, we’ll transform your car, from basic to bombastic. Nothing is out of the question…Sep 10, 2018Sep 10, 2018
Tales From My Spam Folder09.06.18: VioletaVioleta was many things. She was opinionated. She was assertive. She was crafty. And what everyone in town could agree to was that Violeta…Sep 7, 2018Sep 7, 2018
Tales From My Spam Folder09.05.18: The Lot of ‘EmThe office was in meltdown. “God dammit, we need that confirmation. Bartworth, did you send the email?” His words stabbed in…Sep 6, 2018Sep 6, 2018
