My heart must have replaced my brain for all that fills my head is a dull thump. It swells in and out, rattling inside my skull. I string threads of minute details together. They unravel, leaving me with nothing but a ribbon of memory dancing through blackness and the scent of ash.
Monthly Archives: May 2011
Tuna Fish Special by Perry Nardone
Angie and Figa, my hated siblings had front row seats as I was marched to the kitchen sink. My father, fat Remi held my arm securely as he led his cow to slaughter. He poured a long glass of water and set it upon the counter. He opened the plastic bottle of Bayer aspirin and set two down. He then Continue reading Tuna Fish Special by Perry Nardone
A Beautiful Song, Just Beautiful… by William J Fedigan
Michael says he sings to cancer, says cancer sings to him.
Michael says cancer is a woman. Michael says she loves him, says he loves her.
Continue reading A Beautiful Song, Just Beautiful… by William J Fedigan
Death Takes A Snow Day by Cindy Rosmus
“Yeah!” they all cheered, as Hank stumbled in Bar 13.
In a snowstorm like this, only the diehards came out. Tina had just three customers since 3 P.M.: twitchy Speed; Ringo, the bald biker; and Carolyn the crack whore. And now Hank.
“The more the merrier,” Tina said.
And meant it. She was sick of these clowns. Hank was the nicest of all her regulars.
In A Lonely Place by Pete Risley
A fierce swelling on her forehead, where the squat and grinning man had struck her, throbbed with pain. The hood of the trunk pressed hard against her upward left side, and her hands were bound cruelly tight behind her. Her eyes were open, but the darkness was total. Facing the torturous end of everything, she was alone, more so than ever. Within her Continue reading In A Lonely Place by Pete Risley
Noise Complaints by Connor de Bruler
The man in the adjacent apartment used to listen to sitcoms all night long. The noise pollution of weak storylines and canned laughter bled through the prefabricated walls like noxious gas into a death chamber. I didn’t sleep for days. I have always suffered from severe insomnia. The tenant’s name was Pharat and he was from Istanbul. I knocked on his Continue reading Noise Complaints by Connor de Bruler
The Ultimate I.D. by Fiona Glass
Shirley was nagging again. Yip-yip-yip, on and on like an irritating little bird that never stopped chipping and cheeping till it did his head in. Usually it was the biscuits, or because he’d left the loo seat up again, but this time it was some crap Continue reading The Ultimate I.D. by Fiona Glass
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