Tag: Steve Passey

FICTION: Viking Funeral by Steve Passey

A man has three magic numbers in his life: His date of birth, which he cannot foresee or choose, the date he passes, which (should be) likewise an unknown, and most importantly the date at which his age added to his years of service allows him to retire. This he can know positively. So with

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FICTION: El Centauro by Steve Passey

I ran into my boy Jonesy outside of Teach’s Barbershop. He was going in, I was going out. We were both there for the beard conditioner. Teach’s makes their own. It has hempseed oil, jojoba, frankincense – ingredients that are organic and holy and pure, and all in an amber-tinted glass bottle to better protect

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