Stories by
Peter Schwartz

Three years after his release.  Beth pregnant, crying for a fix.  Half-dead.  And the gun in his waistband whispering: I got this.

Peter Schwartz reads so much he can’t help but write.

If Frankenstein ever knocks on my door I’ll kiss him right there at the threshold. Thank you, I’ll say, thank you for being so obvious.

Peter Schwartz is just a less obvious monster.