A Fellow Named Garbage – Clayton Elliott

8000 words Literary Fiction

In the world of the itinerant of New York City, anonymity is a way of life, and practically guaranteed. Until your past catches up to remind you of who you were, and the costs you left unpaid. In 1963 the world Garbage left behind, in shame and cowardice, comes rushing back, and entangles his new family in debts of blood and life.

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1963 – In the alleys of New York City the desperate and the disparaged make their homes. Some are there of their own volition, but most are not. Some think that life on the street is better than living under the watchful and intrusive eye of Big Brother, but most are too destitute to do anything otherwise. In the time of this story there is a band of the homeless that rules the alleys. They have, in their time, become too influential to be bothered with the likes of the police (who believe it is better that they occupy those paths, rather than something much worse), or ‘the bosses’ (whose men have suffered so many beatings at their hands that they find it easier to peddle their disservices elsewhere).

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Mr Schwarz and His Psychosis – Clayton Elliott

4400 words Literary Fiction

Mister Schwartz’s life is a constant battle against impending illness, injury, and omnipresent paranoia. When contention enters his quiet life in the form of Martha Stags, Mister Schwartz discovers that he is capable of far worse things than fear and phobia.

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Mr. Schwartz could not remember a time when he was not afraid. He was born eight weeks premature, spent ten weeks in the hospital before the doctors would allow his mother to take him home, and then spent years listening to his mother’s cautions. “Wash your hands, Jonathan,” she said, “you’ll spread your germs everywhere!” “Don’t you dare go out today, the pollen is terrible and I just know you’ll come crying about how it stings your eyes.” “You’re just a weak thing, Jonathan, you have been since I took you from the doctor’s hands. You can’t just gallivant like them other boys, running through the muck, sneezing and coughing into the wind like they haven’t got a care!”

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