I went to grad school with Charlie Clements at Vermont College of Fine Arts. I only say this to set the scene for our graduation, in which each graduate has an under-one-minute piece read by a faculty member. My wife attended our graduation and was detained for much of the time with our then-two-year-old daughter, so she only half-listened to most of these little vignettes. But she remembers Charlie's piece vividly. She said it was both haunting and intense, and even only half-listening, she was transfixed.
Charlie's writing, like Charlie himself, is simultaneously wide-eyed and deadpan, innocent and erotic, bewildered and in complete control. His story "Another Cigarette," recently published in Prick of the Spindle, contains all of this. Dear readers, enjoy.