Drone Hummer
by Alejandro Aguirre
His attempt to woo women by buying drinks makes him feel and look like a lecher. It finally dawns on him that this is the kind of bar his daughter might frequent with her girl friends.
Duke's Place
by Manuel Gonzales
It was Tuesday. Dawson was dead and had been for two days. Chango was gone, alone and lost and tired. We were at the funeral listening to the voice of God. It had been raining since Saturday.
Earthly Paradise
by Muriel Perkins
First there is Mamma. Her hair rises when hurricanes come, sliding on itself like leaves in hot air, full of light and lightning.
Emily's Game
by Christopher Hess
The day Emily and I played a confused game of doctor in the back room of her parents' double-wide had all but completely slipped from my memory by the time I found out that she had swallowed a bottle's worth of sleeping pills.
Exterminatol
by Christopher Hess
"Just a fuckin' minute!" he screamed breathlessly into the silence which, if asked, would deny its interference, even its very existence. The only answer returned was a pitiful enfeebled echo absorbed, along with various seeds and ashes, into the shag.
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