Both existence and the quality of it are too uncertain for my taste. Randomness seems to rule, to keep Destiny and Fate back like buffoons attempting to crash a posh dinner party.
The diner was empty apart from the guy in the corner. He’d been eyeing her all night. Patty was used to eyes on her, sometimes they felt like insects crawling across her deadened skin.
Image credit Braden Piper Photography Green note: since a tooth is imploding in my head and I’m on massive doses of a voodoo codeine concoction, I thought this the perfect […]
Image credit goes to Wikimedia Green note: 2nd #fridayflash – thanks for the great comments and welcomes on my Black Umbrellas debut! – am ditching micro for the less brain-taxing […]
“McCauley! Listen up…” McCauley turned his back. You done lost me on the last three syllables, you sorry bastard, he didn’t say out loud. As the belligerent, […]
Rachele He’d left her ratty, one-room place smelling like the coffee he’d made and the dump he’d taken, left her leaning against the door after him wondering what the fuck. He’d […]
Note: I’ve felt a pull toward Thom G’s flash fiction lately. This piece got the juices flowing. I had to try it. This piece pushed me over the edge. […]