“Lush Life” (No. 3 in the Billy Strayhorn trilogy)
Photo by Francesca Tallone used with permission. Lush Life (LINK) a short story (3rd in the Billy Strayhorn trilogy) By Andy Hurvitz An interior designer in LA moves to Chicago … Continue reading
Something to Live For (No.2 in the Billy Strayhorn trilogy)
photo used with permission of Gilda Davidian A younger man in a dead-end job idolizes a rich, older man with a mysterious and tragic past. LINK: “Something to Live … Continue reading
A Flower is a Lovesome Thing (No.1 in the Billy Strayhorn trilogy)
A thug taunts a neighbor in this strange story of violence in LA and the Armenian genocide. A Flower Is a Lovesome Thing (LINK) Photo by Gilda Davidian
Incident at Gelson’s
Just after dawn, an equipped and skilled armada of hard-hatted, muscled Latino men arrived in bright orange pant- suits. They were also carrying orange cones, hydraulic shovels, picks, … Continue reading
Mr. Picky
Photo by Lucas Allen/Real Simple I have my first date with Mr. Picky and I’m running late, so I text him. AM RUNNING LATE BOUT 15M He lives somewhere up … Continue reading
The Fitness Guru
At Oxnard Fitness in the San Fernando Valley, I see the same people doing the same dumb things for several years. If there is a badly conceived exercise, … Continue reading
The Neutrogena Man
The Neutrogena Man by Andy Hurvitz Twenty years ago, when he was in his 20s, Caspar Van Zeelt, 6’1, 170 lbs, cross-country runner, had modeled professionally and earned enough money … Continue reading
“Cupcakes in the Sandbox”
To the Ocean She was on Olympic Blvd., a crowded road, driving fast, through the blinding light, headed to the ocean, the waterfront location where the yoga class was … Continue reading
“Facebook Summer”
“Facebook Summer” By Andy Hurvitz It began, as most events do nowadays, inside a mall. I was eating lunch with my elderly Aunt Norma at the Olive Garden in … Continue reading
“Where I Come From”
Photo by Francesca Tallone /with permission What would I tell him? That I was still unemployed after three years? That damn bastard. He was flying in from Denver to L.A. and … Continue reading
