Posts Tagged ‘short story’
Fiction: eulogies
You have a boyfriend, my old boss. I have a fiancé. But here we are, in the old park by the woods, first time in years. We used to park your father’s station wagon by the jungle gym at dusk and lie on the lumber stacked in back, warming each other’s hands while snowfall built [...]
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voyage to the sun
By J.A. O’Sullivan The lights go out just as I’ve pulled my free LED keychain light from a package of beef jerky. Serendipity, must be, until I discover the light is a lemon. Its only redeeming value now is to scent my keys like peppered meat. The lights are out. I can’t see. It’s noon: [...]
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click, stare, regret
After the daily grind, I turn on the boob tube 2.0 [that's the internet, for all ya'll know-nothings] for inspiration. Click. Sports: another ball player flush with ‘roid rage. Click. News: another plane crashes into another mountain [do rocks feel pain?], another bad day on Wall Street [how bad could it be, really?], another non-sex [...]
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the reinvention of fireworks
Earlier, he’d been dreaming up ad jingles. Oil: graffiti for the ocean, was his favorite. Another, Black stuff only a dead seagull could love, he liked while admitting it didn’t make any particular sense. There was a third suitable slogan, but it was now forgotten as he approached the shore. He had decided to throw [...]
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Rough in the Wrong Places
Brian stood in the stink of the men’s room, staring at the condom dispenser as he emptied into a urinal. The dispenser featured a condom called the Rough Rider. Studded. Like studded leather punk belts? Would that hurt? Someone banged on the door, like in that horror movie – every horror movie – where everyone [...]
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The Yin-Yang Angle
The florescent-lit room, stale with deodorant, echoed in its emptiness the low hum of central air. Robert Rigo picked up a 45 llb dumbbell with his left hand and a 30 llb with his right. Heaving breath into the mirror opposite him, Robert completed eight curls with each arm in quick form, then continued another [...]
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“Spread them for me?” Ray’s statement masqueraded poorly as a question. “No.” Joella said. “I have to dress, so you need to behave.” His fingers ran across her thighs like tiny race cars, colliding with each other at sharp turns over her lilac skin. “Just once more? We can find two minutes. Even in this [...]
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Sketch – Discussion of a Man
Their cell phones lay screen up on the table, at angles that distorted the symmetry of the place settings. Every few moments one of the phones flared up, or buzzed itself a few inches over. The two conversants, however, were discussing a new man, and the phones were left to their pyrotechnics. “I was sick [...]
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