Vignettes
Free samples, get your free samples here! Little bite-sized bits, free of charge and commitment! Each of these minute morsels is unrelated and individually packaged! Not for resale, but perfect for parties, favors, and restacking!
Back Alley Tabernacle
Let those who have ears, hear, and them that have eyes, see: a back alley festooned with a fine patina, the color of freshly tilled soil. Thin trails of incense stream from exhaust pipes and holes in the ancient brickwork — the stones of the once great temple of Solomon. Yet here, still silver is thrown away as worthless. Listen. The subway moving throu…
As Luck Would Have It
Mickey throws the pen over his shoulder without effort or care. He doesn’t bother watching as it sails across the kitchen, getting tangled in the pull-chain of the ceiling fan and turning it off. Nor does he notice when it flips wildly out of the chain's grip to clack against the wall and nudge the crooked picture of his 4 year old niece into a straight…
Tiny Gravestones
Jared stapled up the final flier, watching it curl away from the telephone pole at the corners. 200 identical fliers stapled to 200 identical poles, none of them flying anywhere. He looked up and down the length of the wooden beam, seeing hundreds, if not thousands, of staples jutting out, some newer than others. All lurid, unkempt, uncared for. A woode…
Circle of Life
Maggots and larvae crawl and writhe within the open wound of the deer carcass. The deer’s left eye is open in an unceasing gaze. A few inches in front of the eye, a toadstool grows. The pale red hue of the cap is pocked with characteristic white dots, resembling the open wound of the deer with it’s flecks of white larva. The open eye of the deer stares …
Louisiana Muck
Louisiana muck cakes the bottom of Lewis’s boots. They squelch against the white linoleum floor. A small herd of flies follows him. John hears him before he sees him. “Alright, no, nope, that’s it! I’ve ‘bout had it to here,” he gestures a flat hand on the level of his bushy wolf eyebrows, “Cleason just mopped an it ain’t a small job neither.” Now John …
Venn Diagram
The front door closes with a soft latch, but Finn isn’t sure if he hears it or it’s his paranoia. In the living room, all is still and silent and dark, blankets holding the daylight back like a dam. Sunlight. Golden hour cuts its way through a heroin haze and into the filthy apartment. Each gap in the blankets that cover the windows is a yellow blade of…