Tag Archives: prison
Tats
Lot of people wonder what it would look like if I bled out. They’d have to catch me first. There’s a school of thought around here that bigger is better, that you surround yourself with muscle then you’re guaranteed protection. … Continue reading
Filed under Flash Fiction, Session XX
Birds Don’t Fly Free (Revision)
Warden Crocker once saw a pigeon peck another’s eye out in a fight over scraps. He hated the birds. They strutted around liked they owned the place, heads bobbing like some gangster rapper. Crocker didn’t like it. He’d rather have … Continue reading
Filed under FEATHERTON SESSION, Flash Fiction
Birds Don’t Fly Free
“Man, look at those pigeons. It’d be nice to be free like them,” Oz sighed. “Those birds ain’t free,” Huggie replied. “Ain’t nobody free.” “They can fly anywhere they want. I’d call that free.” “Oz, you’re a damn fool. Check … Continue reading
Filed under FEATHERTON SESSION, Flash Fiction
Uncle Malcolm
Uncle Malcolm does a magic trick where he snorts spaghetti up his nose and eats it. He pulls out the rest and asks us if we we’re hungry. It’s gross. Uncle Malcolm used to be in prison but he isn’t … Continue reading
Filed under Flash Fiction, Session VIII
“I’m gonna shank you.”
“If you hand me that towel, I’m gonna shank you,” he told me. “I don’t know what kind of incentive—” “If you hand me that towel, I’m gonna shank you.” This time slower with his left hand cupped around an … Continue reading
Filed under Flash Fiction, Session VII
