Category Archives: Session XXIV
Unique Rabbit (Revision)
Had that dream for the thousandth time. Ice cold sweats and the hangover hits my brain like a sack full of babies hitting the pavement. Left the T.V. on the Playboy channel. It’s in black and white. Just to look … Continue reading
Filed under Session XXIV, Short Story
Vacation (revision)
Whenever I’m driving in the slow lane to my exit, I’m tempted just to hit my right blinker and sail off into Cedar Lane instead. I’d take a little vacation between the cedars, drive through a hilly road to God-knows-where. … Continue reading
Filed under Flash Fiction, Session XXIV
Hanging out on the Hot Hood of a Honda while High (revision)
“California is such a unique word, man. What other word is like Cali?” asked the fast one, passing the joint off to his friend. The slow one thought until the haze passed over his eyes. “What about calamari?” “Calamari! You … Continue reading
Filed under Flash Fiction, Session XXIV
Koi (revision)
“What is that? A fish?” I asked the woman sitting next to me at the bar. I pointed to the black and white tattoo trailing up her arm. She sat almost a head taller than me, sipping the froth off … Continue reading
Filed under Flash Fiction, Session XXIV
The Girl on the Escalator (revision)
Peering through a gap in the up-and-down escalators, I look at her naked legs. I want to peer inside her yellow skirt and see what’s there, but I’m not low enough, or she’s too high. When her blouse comes into … Continue reading
Filed under Poetry, Session XXIV
Towel
Brandon sopped off the excess water and made a racist joke. The other players laughed and he walked out, covered only by his towel. “Hey, newbie!” Brandon yucked at Torrance. He whipped off his makeshift clothing and spun it into … Continue reading
Filed under Flash Fiction, Session XXIV
Open Wound
Dare I say it? Your injury looks like a veritable shit storm, Mortimer. Your leg is sickly green with spots of blueberry blue. Your blood shouldn’t be that dark, at least according to my professional opinion. Mortimer, don’t look at … Continue reading
Filed under Flash Fiction, Session XXIV
Two Words: Bukowski (Revision)
Bukowski came riding onto the L.A. coastline atop a tidal wave of cheap beer, dirty hookers, and salt water. We all shivered as he pulled that leather face out of the sand. It looked a bit like someone had carved … Continue reading
Filed under Flash Fiction, Session XXIV
Cat on a Hot Piano (Revision)
“Just push out the seat for him and he’ll play for us.” “Excuse me?” the young man barked out a derisive laugh over his whiskey. “Did you just say the cat would play piano?” “Sure did. Kick out the stool … Continue reading
Filed under Flash Fiction, Session XXIV
Wine and Cigarettes (Revision)
“Don’t throw them away!” Stacie cried. ”They were so young! Life hadn’t burned them out yet!” She dropped to her knees, pleading for her lost cigarettes. Karen, holding a small trash bin in her hand, was not moved. “You mean … Continue reading
Filed under Flash Fiction, Session XXIV
