Ian Woollen
Ian Woollen's recent short fiction is at Panorama, Millennial Pulp, and forthcoming at OxMag. A new novel, Sister City, is out from Coffeetown Press. Ian recommends the Shalom Community Center.
Edgar aspired to being known as the go-to theatrical agent for oddballs. He represented the bit players, the scruffy walk-ons who deliver a line or two and then exit stage right. The acting profession being notoriously cruel and capricious, Edgar championed the brave souls who would never land a supporting role, much less a starring one, but who still sought the audition.
The urgent note from Larry, the vice-principal, was delivered to his classroom during a Monday lunch hour. Mr. Moss found it when he got back from a short nap in the staff lounge. “Please stop by my office after class ends today. An agent from the Education Commissioner wants to speak with you.” Mr. Moss blinked and re-read the note and muttered, “Fine, bring it on.”
“There was a boombox and dancing and guns going off. It got real crazy. I must have blacked out. Next thing I know, it’s the cold light of dawn, and I’m waking up woozy and almost naked and freezing, and Todd is beside me, naked too and passed out.”
