Tag: Short Fiction
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Truman stripped off his clothes and dipped his lanky body into the scalding water. It hurt at first, but then his body got used to it. His body always got used to it. His hot lemon-butter bath had become a regular ritual lately and he thought he might be going…
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Regardless of what the science is, I’m never the same person all the time. I am liquid. I am fluid. I break and spill. I flow and damage. Other times I am as still as an unmuddied lake beneath an azure sky, brushstrokes against a canvas of lapis lazuli.
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The parched, rocky landscape flew by me like a desolate nightmare. The sky so gaping wide, churning blue and cream.
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I went down to the river. The mighty Pecos River that wasn’t so mighty. Maybe like me. I stood on the edge looking down at the slowly swirling brown water.
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The ghost of Wilford Brimley rode upon an ocelot across the dry-skinned floor of the salt flats out beyond the perimeter of Brigham City, Utah, where he lived in a holy water and whitewashed adobe abode.
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+ Brigham City, Halloween, Oatmeal, Ocelot, October, Quakers, Salt Flats, Short Fiction, Utah, Wilford Brimley+
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“But Mr. LaBrush. I was simply making a statement about the love for all people and accepting Christine for who she is via the spirit of a shirtless Dave Gahan.”
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+ Bus, Bus Station, Depeche Mode, Digestion, Irish, Minnesota, Short Fiction, Swedish Meatballs, Writing+
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CEREAL AFTER SEX 