The Piano Player

The Piano Player by Phillip McCollum Bobby Murillo was waiting for me. I was on break, carrying a tray with a plate of kung pao chicken and fried rice just past the piano and towards my usual table when I spotted him. He had a grating smile on his chubby face, a shopping bag at his feet, and he was …

Andreiana

  Andreiana by Phillip McCollum November 7th, 1985 Grigory kept the window rolled down because he was fighting the Sandman. A cold Siberian gale whipped through thin strands of brown hair which stretched from the top of his forehead to just below his bald crown, like long clumps of seaweed reaching out over an empty seabed. A contraband copy of …

The Monster in the Door

The Monster in the Door by Phillip McCollum Mom’s dark curly hair came first, then her round, large-frame eyeglasses, followed by the rest of her plump face. As she peeked through the doorway adjacent to my bed, I got a whiff of the perm she had gotten earlier that day. “Is everything alright?” She sounded slightly concerned. I hesitated for …

Studio Intermission

I’m taking a rare day off from work and heading out to Universal Studios Hollywood with my wife. Neither of us have been there in a long time. To give you an idea of just how long, my memories include the (original) Battlestar Glactica ride: Standing next to a freshly caught Jaws: And sitting behind the wheel of KITT: I wish …