liminal screeds

opportunity

Ξ August 18th, 2010 | → 0 Comments | ∇ mini fiction, screeds |

She remembered once hearing someone say “I heard the head of his jimmy the size of a apple.”  She wanted to say that sometime, but the opportunity never came.

sun taste

Ξ July 9th, 2010 | → 0 Comments | ∇ mini fiction, screeds |

Also, the spider was gone. The spider was gone and she could no longer taste the sun.

the entire day

Ξ May 7th, 2010 | → 0 Comments | ∇ mini fiction, screeds |

The building appeared uninhabited, its front porch crammed with collapsing piles of worthless, sad objects someone had inexplicably decided should be kept.

perturb county vii

Ξ April 11th, 2010 | → 0 Comments | ∇ mini fiction |

Justin’s ass was falling asleep and he had forgotten to bring any water.

deathbysexy pt iv

Ξ March 20th, 2010 | → 0 Comments | ∇ mini fiction |

>[06:20:34] System: lv2lvu has entered the room lv2lvu : deathbysexy

[06:21:11] lv2lvu: i know…

[06:23:49] lv2lvu: although “i love redheads” is a great way to open

[06:23:56] deathbysexy: I try  would you like to know what I’ve been thinking about this morning?

another robert johnson song

Ξ March 12th, 2010 | → 0 Comments | ∇ mini fiction, screeds |

The liquor and his supper lay in his stomach like chocolate icing made with motor oil.  Another Robert Jonson song began to emanate from upstairs.

coffee shop iii

Ξ March 1st, 2010 | → 0 Comments | ∇ mini fiction, screeds |

Before long, he would know everything, and her window of opportunity would close.  She signaled for the check and made up her mind, chewing the last bite of pie.

As she walked to the Miata her cell rang. “Where the fuck are you?” came the shout. She’d known it would be him and it was him all right.

Perturb County ii

Ξ February 23rd, 2010 | → 0 Comments | ∇ mini fiction, screeds |

The room was barely large enough to contain an unmade single bed and what looked like a paper bag with some clothing in it.  There was a fan in the window, facing out and on high.

Perturb County i

Ξ February 18th, 2010 | → 0 Comments | ∇ mini fiction, screeds |

The vehicle was discovered upside down in a ditch off  Johnson’s Store Road. Inside were binoculars, a cheese sandwich, an old pair of Asolo boots, and, most puzzling, a freshly carved jack-o-lantern, upright, with the candle still burning.

Justin called his wife and told her not to wait up; he called his brother Simon and told him get up, he was coming to get him.

coffee shop two

Ξ February 16th, 2010 | → 0 Comments | ∇ mini fiction, screeds |

On the table in front of her was an obligatory copy of Desert Solitaire.  She blinked at me over a soup-bowl sized cup of coffee and lamented, ”Gary’s not coming.”