My Dead-End Job

by Mark Thielman

About the Author: Mark Thielman is a two-time Black Orchid Award-winning novella author, Mark’s short fiction has been published in Alfred Hitchcock’s Mystery Magazine, Mystery Magazine, and various anthologies. MarkThielman.com

Excerpt

Today, I consider myself the second unluckiest man at Headstone Haven.

Yeah, I know that’s a total rip-off from Lou Gehrig. I paraphrased the line he used at home plate of Yankee Stadium in 1939. That’s the power of a good computer. It lets a guy like me dig up a fact like that.

But I digress.

Today, I consider myself the second unluckiest man at Headstone Haven. Charles W. Tillsbury nailed first prize.

Charlie died Thursday in the parking lot of "Banana Hammocks," one of those clubs where oiled-up men strip off their clothes and allow bachelorette parties to line their waistbands with dollar bills while the “dancers” gyrate their pelvises to 70’s disco music. Banana Hammocks is like Xquisite, that club in the Magic Mike movie, only with flabbier abs.

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