The first time we killed him wasn’t our fault. It was an accident. We could hardly be blamed for that. I mean, what the hell was he thinking scaring us like that? It looked like someone had tried to hack his right arm off with a dull machete. It hung by only a few tendons.… Continue reading The First Time We Killed Ted
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The Third Tarp
Harold’s eyes jab at the tarps again like a tongue probing a missing tooth. He sighs in disgust at all of it. Two missing teeth. Two. The first two, now two more. It’s the heat that bothers him the most today. After the power went out for the third and final time, that was the… Continue reading The Third Tarp
Desert Highway (a dream)
In the end, the most surprising thing about the video was that no two people ever remembered it the same. It was a modern-day Rorschach test. It was only three minutes and twelve seconds long, but people saw different things when they recounted what they had watched. One thing everyone agreed on was the video… Continue reading Desert Highway (a dream)
The Dandelion and the Hammer
The patrol car hadn’t even come to a complete stop when the sheriff pushed open the door, and then, like a magic trick, he was out of the car and standing beside it, the flashing lights still running. His deputy reached past him and killed the engine. “Ain’t this something? What is this, Carl? The… Continue reading The Dandelion and the Hammer
The Seventh Word
“But it’s just seven words?” Carl sips his overpriced latte and leans back in his chair. We’re sitting in the corner at his favorite Starbucks. We always meet here. His beard is flecked with the foamy milk from his drink. Jesus, Carol. What did you see in this uncouth simpleton? “That’s right. Well, that’s what… Continue reading The Seventh Word
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