Night after night Erik works alone in his bakery. His only company is the late-night radio show host whom he persistently attempts to get through to and be honored with “Joker of the Week”. He has gradually become more and more distant to his family, and all his efforts to re-establish the connection seem in vain. A growing depression hurls Erik into a tailspin that in the end culminates in a bizarre cry for help.
At least my father did not betray anyone. It was the plaque in his brain that betrayed him. As for my ex—well, time passes, and I see how some … Continue reading →
. In his warm white t-shirt he smells of clean sheets lifting over prairie bluebonnet fields in flagging autumn bloom. . Consoling me, he smells, of sun— how the sun … Continue reading →