Big Bird On Crack Novels & Stories

I look like a junkie coming down from a bad high. I check my pockets. Phone? Gone. I left it. Smartwatch? I smashed it against the railing of the fire escape and tossed it into a sewer grate three blocks back. I’m a ghost. But ghosts shouldn’t feel this cold. I’m alive. For now. But as the train rattles deeper into the underground, one thought loops in my brain with terrifying clarity. I just kicked a hornet’s nest the size of the U.S. government, and there’s no stopping the swarm now.

"Good job. Here's your tip." I figured I'd never cross paths with those three nutjobs again, content to globe-trot with my fortune and live freely. But as it turned out, the world was smaller than I'd thought. At a high-end auction, I encountered them once more—those three men I'd once both loved and hated. They had wasted away, appearing gaunt and hollow with deep-set eyes, as if all their vitality had been drained. At that point, they were engaged in a fierce bidding war over a crystal bracelet that I had once worn, driving the price well past the $10-million mark. Seated in the back corner with wide sunglasses on, I raised my paddle calmly. "20 million."