Category Archives: FEATHERTON III
The Dog
I was robbing an apartment on Tujunga, hauling the television to my van, when I tripped over the cord, fell on my side, and smacked my head on the carpet. That’s when I met the dog. It was like a white … Continue reading
Filed under FEATHERTON III, Flash Fiction
Sadie Buys a Book (third revision)
Mr. McCrary’s store is the only place Sadie allows herself to feel. Rather than go home to an empty house, blogging and surfing the internet until her mother gets home from nursing school, Sadie prefers to spend some afternoons buried somewhere … Continue reading
Filed under FEATHERTON III, Flash Fiction
Traditions (“Hindsight: Christmas Miracle” Revision)
“Oh, sweet baby Jesus,” Sarah says over and over to herself, teeth chattering. Her husband’s, Travis’s, old pickup truck didn’t insulate the heat well enough, in spite of the blankets they jammed throughout the interior, covering the windshield entirely. She … Continue reading
Filed under FEATHERTON III, Flash Fiction
I’m Your Gimp
Your feet are loveliness upon my back. Your paddle caresses me with pain. Only pain. Perfect skin that deigns to notice my rough flesh. Exquisiteness bred in one such as you but not in me. I sit here quietly, locked … Continue reading
Filed under FEATHERTON III, Flash Fiction
Dirge (revision)
March 7, 2010 Dr. Miller and I have begun our research of the ice worms on the Malaspina Glacier, just a few hundred miles from Juneau. Our encampment is an ideal place, far enough from the lake and tourism but … Continue reading
Filed under FEATHERTON III, Flash Fiction
Threshold (revision)
Travis began to doubt whether Sarah was still alive. He glared at a stranger, daring the man to tell him that she wasn’t alive. He quickly got out of Travis’s way. Why now? For almost two years, neither of them … Continue reading
Filed under FEATHERTON III, Flash Fiction
Jack and Leigh Ann
Jack and Leigh Ann are two people of the opposite sex. Jack is walking on the sidewalk. Leigh Ann is sitting on a bench. “Hey!” Leigh Ann calls out to Jack. “Why are you walking?” “It’s what I’ve always done,” … Continue reading
Filed under FEATHERTON III, Flash Fiction
Outside (revision)
I waited outside, cig slack in my jaw, glancing above the headlines of the Juneau Empire: “Zombie casualties record low,” it read. The politicians must be getting better at hiding the bodies. At least the Dr. Z kidnapping story has finally … Continue reading
Filed under FEATHERTON III, Flash Fiction
Mass (revision)
Vera and I walked to the front doors, plan running smoother than a greased handjob, when my bastard of an informant came cruising toward us. He said he’d find me. Guess I was wishing he was a liar. “Oh, rapture! … Continue reading
Filed under FEATHERTON III, Flash Fiction
