At Dusk
The tricycle had a red seat and yellow handlebars. The front wheel was black and made out of plastic and it was also bent and now facing the wrong way in front of my car. Next to the tricycle lay the boy. I recognized the boy, but I couldn’t remember his name.
#101 Benny
Go ask most any fifteen year old white kid from the suburbs, virgin or not, if they “wanna get laid” and you’ll see in their eyes the maniacal expression of a frenzied gold miner from the 1800’s. There is nothing on Earth that simultaneously excites and terrifies a fifteen year old white kid from the suburbs like the prospect of having unfettered access to a girl’s body.
I was so busy licking my lips and picturing a girl laughing at my penis that I didn’t even answer Benny.
Perspective
But what could Nick do? He was a humanitarian living in an inhumane society—a society that feared more than anything else the dangers of tolerance, compassion, sharing, and love. Nick lived in a society dedicated to the principles of individuality and competition.
Mommy
Keero certainly didn’t feel chicken; he only felt half cool and half Jewish, but this second half made him think about stereotypical films about the South. He was picturing stereotypical films that portray events within the first five minutes of truly nasty things happening to minorities. Things like a Jew and a black guy getting shot in the head by Mississippi policemen just for being in the South.
#87 “Wah!” (FICTION)
“All I’m saying is the truth; I’m just calling out the three hundred pound gorilla that you and I have been spending months ignoring; our baby, she’s retarded.” Jeff squinted and pretended to be more involved with the process of piloting the BMW than he actually was.
#81 Hate Is A Strong Word (FICTION)
It would be quite an understatement to say that I am not a big fan of cats, but it would also be unfair to say that I hate cats; my feelings for felines lies somewhere in between these two emotions. But it is more than fair to say that I do hate the smell [...]
#74 Lucky Stars (FICTION)
“You see, Sarah, It’s kind of like a colony of ants. You know how a colony of ants works?” Joe hesitated a brief moment, but mostly for a dramatic effect. He knew that Sarah didn’t know anything about ant colonies, and neither did he. But he had just failed a test on ant colonies [...]
#69 Green Grass (FICTION)
“Well, what are you waiting for?”
“That’s the thing. I just don’t know. I’m waiting for something, but I don’t know what it is. I only know that it awaits me.” His eye contact vacillated between his coffee cup and his fork.
“Well, what kind of thing is it?” She asked.
He didn’t want to keep [...]
#68 What’s For Dinner? (FICTION)
They stood in the canned beans and soup aisle of their local supermarket. They were holding hands, and surveying the neatly piled cans of various consumables. Each can was fairly simple; most of them simply advertised a name and a product, without a lot of hype.
Ben loved shopping with his girlfriend. It reminded [...]
#67 Raindrops (FICTION)
“Most people preferred to stay indoors these days, but Andy still liked to take a walk outside…”
#65 Zucchini and Rice (FICTION)
I scanned my kitchen several times, seeking some sort of device to contain the leaking blood from my severed finger.
#62 The Ultimate Trump Card (FICTION)
I was miserable. I was sitting outside, in the courtyard of the Pleacy Motel, struggling to drink my coffee and rubbing my tired eyes. I felt a dull pain in my head, my neck, and a sharper pain in my nostrils and throat. This all made sense, given the fact that I’d slept about [...]
Piso Mojado
“In wintertime, especially in the great northern land of Wisconsin, sometimes the snow outside will melt as people enter warm places, like a bar.”
