TEMPERANCE,
by Tom MarcinkoCindy Ward has long been publishing fiction with
Wildside Press’s magazines and anthologies—so
we recruited her to acquire some of her favorite
authors and stories for Black Cat Weekly.
The six of us, Temperance’s lovers, made it to the cocktail lounge of the Desert Inn just in time to witness the A-bomb test.
Temperance had collected one of us for each day of her week. Today was Saturday, so the one we called Saturday was with Temperance, at her place. Despite what we were cooking up, we were jealous of the lucky crumb-bum. I was Monday. My day felt far away.
We blinked in the sudden brightness of the Nevada sun beyond the glass.
Louis Prima and Keely Smith wound up swinging to “That Old Black Magic,” then Prima’s warm Satchmo-like growl asked us ladies
