Derek Dufust

Derek Dufust by RJHoffman   Derek Dufust fingered through the books laid out on the table in the old armory building across the street from the library in a small town. It was the annual library book sale and Derek, one of the few patrons of the library who read humanities, was delighted to add…

The Controller

“Everyone likes Gwen,” exclaimed Marion, the accounts payable clerk. “I don’t know how anyone couldn’t like her. It would take a mean sort of person.” “For sure,” added Tina whose desk was across the aisle from Marion. In front of Marion sat Jill, who upon hearing the conversation strained her eyes hard to the paper…