It was raining the day I buried my step-father, Eddie.

I owned nothing in black, so I had to wear my work uniform: a crop top with the words ‘Slop Shop’ across the front in bright pink letters. By the end of the service I looked like the runner-up in one of our ‘Sloppy Sunday’ wet t-shirt contests. When I thanked the priest after the service, he almost had a shit-fit. Continue reading BLACK SHEETS OF RAIN By Tom Leins →

“Did you know that a human bite is actually worse than a dog bite?”

I try to avoid making eye contact with Larry-Lee Lomax, but Slattery’s Meat Market is deserted, and the pornographic pictures that have been glued to the bare brick walls are now faded beyond recognition. When I turn back to face him, I notice that there are dried specks of blood around his hideously cracked lips. Larry-Lee looks more dead than alive. He has ash-grey skin. It matches what is left of his hair. Continue reading EVIL HEAT by Tom Leins →