Steam rose like pistol smoke from my double shot while I gazed at the Silver State horizon, musing to myself that this was the type of place where Clint Eastwood had had it out with many an unshaven buckaroo, adorned with his quintessential poncho, woven with the colors of coffee & cream.
Nobody in the congregation could imagine her not moving. Doris had always moved — as if made of rubber or as if a bouncy spirit had inhabited her. People remembered her swaying across the gymnasium floor during the church’s centennial celebration. She was dancing to My Girl by the Temptations and all the other songs […]
The old man was delivering seedlings to a nursery in a beat-up truck — its platform fenced in by scrap-wood panels. It was the start of a new day: The man wore a yellow shirt — loud as unmitigated sunshine. A shovel jutted up from the center of his flatbed— its handle to the sky, […]
A large sculpture in the library lobby purposely leaned at a slant on a pedestal to give it the effect of falling. It made me think of nodding off. People sat at tables — some read, some spoke, but it was hard to make out what anyone was saying. Their indecipherable voices carried up high […]
You don’t necessarily have to bite into it to taste it.
Excited to have three flash Misfit Docs published at Queen Mob’s Tea House today. My stories include one about crafting a Pam Anderson doll. All in all, Pam will be an almond-toned, anatomically correct, windswept Wonder Woman I love Misfit Docs. It’s one of my go-tos. Here’s the link to my stories for those who are interested.
My micro fiction piece Coffee Lover is included in formercactus’ issue 4 , dedicated to micro and chock full of contributors. She accepted the dishwasher job at the cafe because she liked the way soapy water smelled as it mingled with coffee, creating a creamy & fragrant mahogany brew. Permalink to my story is here.
My flash fiction story The Car Place appears in the January issue of Gravel magazine. Outside it was about 106 degrees with not a cloud in sight, and my friend was in the large lot bagging up her possessions from her repo’d Bonneville. Here is the story permalink.
i say to her, look, just because you’re using a razor does not mean you are shaving. you are simply moving it around your cheek and elsewhere to eliminate any extra hairs. it’s a process of elimination. and know that the razor is pink, i say, making eye contact in the mirror. it’s one you […]