Short Fiction – Page 2 – cereal after sex

It was at a Red Lobster restaurant on the outskirts of Peoria, Illinois when the nervousness really kicked in. I… Read more.

An Amorikan Prayer

In a town called Shithole, Wyoming Where all good dreams skid, crash, and die The interstate exhaust hangs thick in… Read more.

She was eating a banana in the produce section. I noticed because I’ve really been into the color yellow lately.… Read more.

There are broken bones on the floor of the pharmacy. Some poor soul with a banana phone steps over intricate… Read more.

A black building with windows of orange light played sentinel over a dark blue river at dusk in a city… Read more.

The murals of human clouds. Bakers in bakeries thinking of what it would be like to not have to wake… Read more.

In the serpentine maw of a sun fall begging the good ropes of a life gone wrong fray and bow… Read more.

In the warbled dawn of a coming hot summer day the crypto man wiles away in a labyrinth of enigma.… Read more.

It was a blue-gray evening dipped in pink and orange when Simon Waterbones drove his car into a KFC restaurant… Read more.

She is beautiful on a space sofa, that cushioned ass. The ambient drive of a midnight cockatoo tail. A tale… Read more.

An empty Coke bottle sits on a worn, brown Formica table in a restaurant booth. The resting back and seat… Read more.

John Horatio Smith was an odd man. He sold top hats in the men’s boutique down the street. The street… Read more.