That fucking bitch came back, he thought as he saw her walking through the museum doors. She was alone this time though. He thought her name was Ashley. She was taller for a female, skinny, and blonde. She had been here yesterday with a big dude. Well over six feet, thicker than a pile of…
Month: March 2019
Thin Little Lines
Thin little lines pulling tightly, closing in The floss that grazes the skin separating it The sound of teeth separating the natural lines of food Thin little lines dividing, conquering Inserting themselves and spreading out, opening up Paper cuts extending to the canyons Still small from space, those thin little lines Cut into faces –…
Soup & Salt
The tickle and been in her throat all day. She wasn’t sick and she hadn’t eaten anything that would cause her an allergic reaction, but she couldn’t shake it. Nothing had helped her – not tea, not water, no soft foods or crunchy cereal. At least twice an hour she forced out a cough just…
Rachel’s Art Night
She loved his voice. The way it sounded. The way it filled the room. Mostly the way it made her feel as its sound wrapped around her inner ear. Rachel felt her face warm as he unleashed his opening note. Rachel waved to her boyfriend on stage. It was a subtle one, one she knew…
F-U-N-eral
She was screaming at the top of her lungs but no one could hear her. Instead they all continued to come to say their own versions of their goodbyes. Miranda was very aware of what was happening. For starters, she had a vague memory of her death. She had been eating a meatball, a mini…
Arti’s Night
Sitting there, Arti was amazed at the young woman performing on stage. It was the girls first time at the group. She was there with one of her friends from work. Arti had come a few times, always wanting to sign up, but never actually doing it. Sitting toward the back of the room, in…
Winged Angels
When the world was still run by men anything inexpiable, female, or defiant had to be re-imagined masculine. That way it would be understood – that way it could be accepted. The best example was the story behind thunder and rain. For years fathers had told their children that it was God in a bowling…
Copper Flakes
Flakes of crusty blood covered her cuticles, and hid under her nails. She was often covered in blood. The metallic smell of iron hung around her forcing attention to her bloodied skin, speckled clothing, and coppery hair. Hair which looked soft and free, fell around her face like a soft halo. It lived like vines…
Hot Sauce
The smell of hot sauce premeditated the air. It was warm and spiced, causing the breather to feel the difference between the cold air and the warm scent. Was it a chili? A pepper sauce or a hot wing sauce. Was it on chicken? Did it really matter? There was hot sauce in the air,…
A Blueberry Muffin
It was hard enough to breath, let alone to do it calmly and with a degree of regulation. Yet that’s what was being demanded of Charles. Charles who had never raised his voice once in the course of his 30 years at the bank. Charles who had never slammed, threw, broke, or disrupted the quiet…