Under the red glow of the foundry, I searched for my wife. The whole city over, red ambient nothing, and only one man had seen her, a drunk in a union bar.
"Just you give me the man’s name," I said.
He said, "That’s a lot of names to count."
I collared him hard with a right. Everyone was looking at me, expecting me to do more.
I only got a few licks in before a mob threw me out.
Elle was waiting for me on the street.
by Joe Scott of Lawrence