Category: Fiction

When it was over, Richard Rackham took three careful steps away, sat on the closed toilet seat, and removed his socks. Remarkably, they were unsoiled, save for one fleck of red. It was fortunate that he’d happened to leave
14 February 1918South of Rostov-on-the-Don, Ukraine   The sky hung heavy over the steppe. It pressed through the man’s coat, and his horse shivered with each gust of the frozen wind. Blowing snow stung his face and blinded him.
Brown steel doors rumbled and split open as George entered the grocery store to buy avocados. His wife’s words emerged on the glowing screen: “Get organic or don’t come home.” He removed a plastic basket from the tower by
“It’s fitting the old bastard was found with his dong in his hand.” “Charming, Tom.” “It happens, Charlotte. Even the best of us stand there taking a whiz, backs to the weather—never give it a thought. A big wave
On a Tuesday afternoon in April, the meat rises. Douglas Speck is getting a little freaky with Amy Jenkins up against the dumpster behind the high school cafeteria, and while he’s going in for the landing she whispers something
She tugged at her purple bracelet, twisted her hair, and worried of what would happen if the guard saw her walk in. What would he think? What would anyone think?

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