Trippers and Askers
Has to be about her age, maybe a few
years younger, certainly capable of landing a job. Landscaping,
washing dishes. His eyes are blue and sad and turned down at the
corners.
Fiction
Original short stories
This Easter Weekend
On the screen, a sergeant places the Pope's skullcap on his head and dances atop the papal corpse as the other soldiers link their little digital arms and sing God Save the Queen.
The Art of Improvisation
I like to imagine that I live the life of a jazz musician, despite the fact that I’m not a musician of any kind. It helps get me through times like this.
Rot
The daughter, the one I'm thinking of, she looks like a hooker clown.
The High Hour
People clasp their straw tote and canvas bags and scurry like field mice to the safety of their hotels; the sand weighs down their run up the boardwalk.
Button Work
My life could have been different but it wasn’t.
Options
d. I saw one of her breasts when I was ten. We were celebrating 4th of July and she had caught a spark that flew into her bikini.
The Gun On the Bed
Danny wakes up with a gun on his bed. He doesn't know how it got there. It seems like a rare coincidence or a prize for a lucky man, a reckless and slapdash man. There's a woman on the bed, too. The gun lies between them. He asks her "what's your name and is this …
Close Your Eyes
She points to her mouth but doesn't say a word. He stands up and quietly puts his pants on. Then, she wakes up.
Yellow Teeth
In the rear-view mirror, my yellow teeth looked buttery. If I hadn't forgotten my cell phone, I'd leave myself a message to look into those new Crest strips I'd just seen advertised. I looked again: golden-retriever yellow. Fuck! I hit something. I slammed the brakes and squealed to a stop and then reversed. He was …