Fiction
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The Gravy Canoe of Wild Wyoming – 11
The Gould house smelled like Sunday dinner and the trappings of commercialized religion. Continue reading
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Ms. Grundy and the Bone Ghosts (4)
Allison Grundy stood in her front yard behind the safety of a white-picket fence and a grouchy demeanor. She had binoculars set against her sour face and she was watching the chorus of children playing out in the street and the neighboring yards. The song of stimulating play played up and down the roadway. “Damn,… Continue reading
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The Cowmen (Two)
The town’s name was Sudan and there was a smell of animal dung and sawdust and perfumed whores in the hot afternoon air. Continue reading
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The Celestial Salad Bar (One)
The man in the red jacket pressed the button. The next thing he knew, he was standing at a salad bar built into an old western wagon. Continue reading
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The Morbid Mind Correctional Facility (2)
The man plopped down into a soft sofa of sand. The waves out there before him were at medium. They churned and rolled and fell, the water a dark gray with whipped cream foam on the edges. Continue reading
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The Liquid Lust of an Ordinary Day (1)
Rose stopped and turned to look back at him. He wasn’t bad, she thought. He was maybe about 20 years younger, dark hair, a warm Latino sheen, soft eyes the color of newly born mud after a warm rain in the desert. Continue reading
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The Moon Scars of Elysium (1)
“Age is just restlessness etched in the air. We just wait for the calendar to spin. We wait and do nothing. Lives once had meaning.” Continue reading
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The Gravy Canoe of Wild Wyoming – 10
“My, my, Melba,” Pastor Stikk said. “I can certainly see where Carrie gets her delicious beauty from. My God, if you were an ice cream cone, I’d lick you all over.” His laugh that followed was boisterous and sickly. Continue reading
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The Harmonious Calliope Fortune Machine
But then again, maybe she’ll get gunned down in the cafeteria just as she’s about to dig into her fruit cup. Where are the peaches for justice? Continue reading
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All About Eggs and Life and Then Death
“She beat me with her soft white knuckles. They were so damn clean and tender and feminine.” Continue reading
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