Bordello Blues. Her stiletto heeled strut, leaning from side to side as she approached center stage. Twisting and gyrating, her body going through the motions. Viewing the distance in her eyes, it was easy to tell that her thoughts were far, far away tonight. Hounded applause gripped the stage with sweaty hands and folded currency—all […]
Category: Short Stories
The Heist
Selena passed them on the way into the place. A gorgeous distraction, black leather and lace. Bottom bass. from right to left, left to right, MJ-like always surpassing the hype. She tossed ’em a sly smile, followed up by her fly style. Nothing but raised eyebrows and Ooohh faces, is gettin’ riled. She was my […]
No Fumar
“Hey Sara, can you do me a favor? I keep finding cigarette butts lying on the ground, outside the building. It can only be the guys who are working on the roof… and the windows.” “Sure.” Sara shrugged her shoulders in reply. “I need a sign that reads, ‘No Smoking,’ in Spanish?” “Um…okay.” —- “Hey, […]
To Serve Man
The place is here, the time is now, and the journey into the shadows that we’re about to read could be our journey. A journey that is not without irony. I submit for your review, John Michael Jones. A father of two and a devoted husband. He’s a guy of average intellect and an above average […]
SkinWalker
The day was October, the fifth. The air was crisp and cool. A slight chill sat uncomfortably on the wind, snaking its way around my neck and ears. The windows of the houses were dressed in cotton weave cobwebs and witches hats, while plastic spiders crawled over the sashes. The yards were filled with rows […]
Rub the Lamp, Part 2
Shimmy, shimmy ya. Shimmy yeah. Shimmy hey. Honey had the maracas bumping against her hips and ass, hypnotically, while the bass guitar scaled the stairs. My eyes followed the lacquered sheen shining off the bourbon chocolate of her muscled thighs. She danced under the club lights that hung just above the wooden rails leading up […]
Afraid of the Dark
We find ourselves sitting in the waning hours of dusk, speaking softly and optimistically to comfort ourselves. “Things will be okay, things will be alright.” Rocking back and forth on the front porch, we angle our chairs toward the west to get a view of the setting sun as our hearts fill with dread. As […]
Making Biscuits with Breakfast
“I mean, if I had to categorize one over the other. Trip hop is a bit more down tempo. But then again, electronica, EDM, gets a bit down tempo too. Like for example – XXYYXX or Alina Baraz with Galimatias – trip hop or electronica?” “Trip Hop,” he responded. “I’d say it has a bit of […]
Rub the Lamp, Part 1
I shook my head from side to side, while sitting with my eyes closed. Pressing my lips together, rolling the decision over in my mind, I pondered. I pondered the melody of the song that was playing about as much as the words Billie sang this evening. But, oh, how I loved the mischief in her […]
Brown Skin
One day, I stood in my kitchen and stared out the window, onto the view of a pasture across the way. I thought about what type of man I would become, the pathway I would follow, once I am old. I contemplated the style of dress I might wear – the direction I might comb […]
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