Haywire

By Jeff Harvey

Sam bought a Playgirl at Lenny’s Books. We drank Strawberry Hill in his Pontiac in the mall parking lot and devoured the pictures.

I’d met him at band practice. He played drums, and I faked the saxophone to get out of P.E.

While playing ping pong, I told Sam I could love another man in the same way men and women love each other. He went haywire and broke a window then threatened me with a shard of glass.

I called him, but he refused to talk.

His family placed him in a treatment center for manic-depression. I joined the navy.


Jeff Harvey lives in San Diego CA. His work has been recently published in Stone of Madness Press, Literary Yard, Salmon Creek Journal, and elsewhere. Find him on Twitter @JeffHarveySD.


Art by Lesley C. Weston (Pen and Ink)

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