Some Notes On Geeston
Oddly, Sunday In Geeston has more biography in it than most of the stories I’ve put up via Flash Pulp. I could take you to that little office, and I wasted more than one afternoon with a man not unlike Eddie, who took quite a bit of enjoyment in spending Sundays waiting for people to climb the post office’s tall cement steps.
I worked for the Eddie-alike, although he was too weird to truly insert into fiction. I intervened one day during a particularly sad case of stair-climbing, and, despite the fact that I may have saved that old man a hip, I was greeted with a dour look when I returned.