Bruce Eason moves his characters through a stark landscape, lone figures whose paths often cross but seldom converge. His stories are full of heart and muscle, telling contemporary truths about misaligned relationships and modern antidotes for ancient wounds.
A therapist uses anger to mask his fear of a young boy's unfathomable paintings, two strangers substitute desire for love after witnessing a death, and a young man longs for his mother and grandmother’s normalcy—they should smell like Chanel No. 5 and spend less time talking about his bowel movements to strangers in “Away on a Different Bus Somewhere Besides Here.”
