Short Fiction – Page 5 – cereal after sex

“You’re the immigrant,” he snarled in a wild, earthy way. “And I’ll gladly knock you back to Europa.” Read more.

The Lobster Guy (Seven)

Truman took in a shocked breath and sat back in the booth. “You just blew my mind, my eerie lobster… Read more.

“We’re going to spend the day together. And despite your crushing heartbreak at the hands and mouth and other unspeakable… Read more.

And what he saw there made his eyes spiral in angry madness like a psychotic clown. Read more.

For some reason the cement tasted like butterscotch pudding when I got shoved to the sidewalk, face hitting first, teeth… Read more.

He wanted to fly to Sri Lanka or Yemen or maybe all the way to Pluto in space and beyond,… Read more.

Excerpt: The moronic monotony of it all was murder, Truman thought to himself, as he robotically scanned groceries, pushed buttons,… Read more.

Excerpt: “I could, and I would if I lived there instead of this shithole. I would eat lobster every damn… Read more.

Truman stripped off his clothes and dipped his lanky body into the scalding water. It hurt at first, but then… Read more.

Regardless of what the science is, I’m never the same person all the time. I am liquid. I am fluid.… Read more.

The parched, rocky landscape flew by me like a desolate nightmare. The sky so gaping wide, churning blue and cream. Read more.

I went down to the river. The mighty Pecos River that wasn’t so mighty. Maybe like me. I stood on… Read more.