SHORT FICTION

 

THE QUIETEST PLACE

My smelly doggy bag was just one of the many things I came to regret about that night. 
Another was the play. (2100 words)

GREEN TEA

One day, a woman in a black coat and hat brought him the gospel, which she read in quick, feverish sentences with no punctuation. (500 words)

TROPICAL RAINFOREST

Gazelle eats grass; lion eats gazelle. Eat or be eaten.  Still, it must suck to be at the bottom of the food chain.  Not that the top was so great. (300 words)

FIRST KISS

“Hey, dude, keep that thing in its cage,” said Mona.
Ashton gazed down at his groin, looking perplexed by the mechanics of his zipper.  Mona reached over and zipped him up, then handed him her cigarette to light the one in his mouth.  Together, the three slipped into the crowd that was moving towards city hall for the music and lights show, allowing the current of bodies to pull them along like logs adrift on a dark slow moving river. (1300 words)

FLAMING ESCARGOT

All summer, Wanda looked for things to kill in her garden.  (500 words)

AS A MAN THINKETH

I think part of the problem with Dad’s forgetfulness was that his thoughts were always entangled in loftier ideas:  studying how to get ahead in his job; contemplating the elegance of the universe; and formulating get-rich-quick-schemes. (1000 words)

REMEMBERING

My mother told me to use the soap and wash myself in the creek.  But I didn’t want to put my hands under the water, afraid of what I might discover.  Things.  Touching me. (430 words)

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