Laura, he killed Bethany. You know it — I know it — all the girls know it. Search psychopath. You’ll find an exact description of him. And he’s NOT a suspect yet? After all we’ve said? Fucking seriously? Probably his mom being a sitcom star. Cops need search warrants. Not us. We can break in, […]
Flash Fiction #55 – Justice Falls Read More »
Little Rory can’t leave the woods. Six feet in any direction, she starts to fade. She knows she’s dead when a hungry coyote digs up one of her arms and drags it off. Her charm bracelet around the decaying wrist jingles like bells on Santa’s slay. She wonders if her parents unwrapped her presents. She
Flash Fiction #54 – A Lonely Haunting Read More »
Oh. My. God. Britney. Just tutored Brock Hudson in math. That’s right! BROCK HUDSON. His hunk of an existence was in my kitchen. His shoe print was on my tile floor. Mom cleaned it up. Almost cried. I wanted to make a shrine. He asked if we had chips. I was like… YEAH. Our fingers
Flash Fiction #53 – BROCK HUDSON was in MY KITCHEN! Read More »
When the fortune teller stopped me on the street and told me I’d be another super hero, I laughed it off. She obviously had no game. A Wall Street stockbroker like me? Come on. If anything, I’d be one of them villains. That’s where the money is. Greed made me jump into the vat of
Flash Fiction #52 – Honestman Read More »