Summertime Killer
Short Fiction Tight leather gloves gripped the wheel as the sound of the engines fired up. A deep roar reverberated through the vehicle, sending shivers down Harvey’s spine. The 1970 Chevy Nova sped...
Tagged: serial fiction
Talk 20 – Cold Love
Serial Fiction If I am fine it is because you were my editor. No, love was your editor. I could have done a better job at making you happy. You were perfect. Says my...
Talk 19 – Still Life
Serial Fiction They seem hungry. They are always hungry. Yesterday I fed them two feet of salami and their bellies were about to burst. When they smell food they are your kindest friends. The...
Talk 18 – Peace, No
Serial Fiction So how is he? Why don’t you white folks enjoy the ride for once and let the news show itself when its needed? Why do you always want to know the future?...
Talk 17 – Non-Stop
Serial Fiction Flower lady, there’s a gypsy at the door for you. Let him in the building. Thanks, have a good evening. Is that her husband? Don’t be rude. He’s not. That’s his...
Talk 16 – Gamble
Serial Fiction All tooth brushes have unique sorties. Some are simple. They are made, bought, used twice a day until all their hairs fall off and are then discarded. Some are complicated. Some are...
Talk 15 – Change
Serial Fiction On my bookshelf I have some books, not a lot. I have a collection of records, a Buddha statue with an incense burner, a couple bottles of wine – gifts, good...
Talk 14 – Acts
Short Story Speaking of caves and whiskey, I can’t wait to go hiking again and retrieve that bottle of whiskey we hid in the cave last time. Me neither, it’ll be great. Yes,...
