Streets as Clean as These - Page 5

by Sean Cahill

Frank slept until the afternoon, and when he woke up Paula asked if he’d caught any bums on his first night patrol.

“Yeah,” he replied. “Two of ‘em.”

“That’s it?” said Paula. “Seems like there would be more.”

“Yeah. It was a boring night, I guess.”

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Sean Cahill is a writer based in Southern California. His work has appeared in The Wrong Quarterly and is forthcoming in the debut issue of Low Tide. He writes literary and speculative fiction exploring alienation, loneliness, and what it means to be human. Sean recommends the American Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals.