Stop motion
The phone rang. It was his mother,telling him about her broken dishwasher and all the rain they’d been having and had he heard that this kid Steve he used to run about with had died of a heart attack. “Oh,” Wayne said. “Sorry,love. When did you last speak to him?” she asked. “Not for 30 years,” he mumbled,recalling that one brilliant summer they’d fallen into each other’s orbit and were consumed with making a stop-motion movie with their Star Wars figurines. “Ah,shit,” he said aloud,feeling acutely what Steve might have described as a disturbance in the force. –Words by Paul Connolly. Illustration by Jim Pavlidis.