Short Fiction – Page 3 – cereal after sex

It was a greasy Sunday morning and there was a chill in the air for it being May. We pulled… Read more.

The Sour Scarecrow

A dark day rises gallantly toward the sun. Love is tattooed on the skin of beckoning stars. Red huts line… Read more.

He was feeling restless in his overheated testicles on that day when everything changed. The man named Steeple resembled a… Read more.

Sirens started to wail. Lights began to flash. Deep echoing booms rolled like waves throughout the facility as the inmates… Read more.

“This won’t be on you. I’ll take full responsibility. I’ve already written my family a certified letter stating that I… Read more.

“Age is just restlessness etched in the air. We just wait for the calendar to spin. We wait and do… Read more.

But then again, maybe she’ll get gunned down in the cafeteria just as she’s about to dig into her fruit… Read more.

Lloyd moved away from the window and went to the nurse-white neatly cluttered kitchen and fixed himself a cold chicken… Read more.

The first thing that Mary O’Shea did as she drove away from the old Grady place was light a cigarette.… Read more.

I cut up some of the sausages and ruptured egg yolks with the pieces and then ate. She studied me… Read more.

He looked at her body and wondered if she could shoot bullets from those breasts. Her nipples stood out through… Read more.

He unlocked the front door of his square apartment that reflected the colors of a pumpkin patch and went to… Read more.