By Richard Godwin
Emmanuel woke and looked at himself in the mirror.
He looked at his thick lustrous black hair and the manner of his face and considered he would lure women to the farm.
That he would craft their sexual tapestry with his lust and bring them to heat.
It was the weirdest job I’d ever taken. No double-crossed thugs, no unpaid loan sharks, nary a cheating spouse to be seen. Just a creepy loner who needed a bullet to the skull before he could push into motion a sick plan to make the world a lonelier place.
In the space of a single heartbeat, I am transported from a deep REM sleep to sitting upright in bed, wide awake… heart thudding in my chest… hands reaching out… fingers clutching… trying to grasp a remnant of the dream before it is gone. Too late… again… only a few tiny shards left on the floor of my consciousness, waiting to be deciphered, puzzled into something coherent.
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It started out simply enough. They had been linked by friends who thought that they would be compatible. Whether they realized it or not the compatibility factor had been relinquished up to chance, a tough chance at that. E-mail addresses had been traded like spies in the night. This is where we pick them up, via e-mail of course.
“OK, Jeff, you’re first, tell me about your last three girlfriends. Why didn’t they take?”
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.
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
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.
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“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.
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