Michael Blackson Stand Up Novels & Stories

“With any person who makes you forget how visible you are.” The call ends before he can answer. For several seconds, Adrian stands still with the phone in his hand. The apartment feels colder than before. By ten-oh-one, Michael Blackwell is in Adrian’s office, and the article is printed on the desk between them as if paper can make the damage more respectable. Michael does not sit. That is his first move. He stands in front of Adrian’s desk in a charcoal suit, his expression controlled with a precision Adrian recognizes because he learned it from him. Michael’s anger rarely arrives loudly. It arrives polished, sharp, and ready to cut without leaving visible marks.