Tag: #fiction
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Summer Days
I don’t have any stories to tell in the summer, when the ocean swells up and the weather is soft and slow and cozy. I feel well in these summer days, and I just want to have a drink with the sun and be quiet for a while. DEAD RED FISH novel now on Amazon
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Joe Norman
Feeling lonely, I walk the streets and find a homeless man to talk to. He just pissed himself and he’s wearing a garbage bag as a poncho. He says that his name is Joe Norman. He lost his wife and kids in a car accident years ago, and then basically gave up on everything and…
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Uncle Doug
I had an Uncle Doug who, every Sunday, would grumble and grunt and fuss his way into his bright green ’73 convertible Corvette, so that he could drive it around the neighborhood and feel young again. He’s dead now, though. Stroke killed him last year. And now the car sits under a tarp in my…
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Convenience Store
I kick up dirt on the rock shoulder of the road that I take to get to the convenience store by my apartment. Inside, two fat men are sitting at a table, sweating and spitting food at each other while they talk about a football game that they watched in the early nineties. I walk…
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Friends
There’s a space between the inner part of the shower curtain and the outer part, where the lip of the tub comes up and there’s a ledge that’s big enough for the cat to lie on. She lays there sometimes when I shower. Seems kind of odd, but I also kind of like the company,…
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Waiting for Her
I’m standing outside, waiting for her to finish her drink. I told her I wanted a cigarette. She said she didn’t want to be rushed. I said, “don’t hurry.” But I’ve been out here for ten minutes now, and I’m not sure where she is. I smoke another cigarette. She’s still inside. Then I say…