what did you do with it… with what… that thing you had… when… just a minute ago…you had it in your hands…some kind of screwdriver or something… I don’t know what you’re talking about… long and pointed…silver looking…maybe it wasn’t a screwdriver…you carry a pocket knife… no… you had something in your hand…something…and now it’s […]
He stared at the bright lights comin’ down the alley…two o’clock in the mornin’…the shadow of a cat runnin’ ‘cross the parkin’ lot…not makin’ a sound…just dead silence as the bright lights got closer and closer…lookin’ for somethin’…or someone… All kinds of things took place back there in that alley…whores would roam back and forth […]
what did you say… nothing…nothing really…just a passing thought…something that ran through my head…really…it was nothing… no…I’m curious…I thought I heard you say something important…something meaningful…like you’d say to a friend…or…a confidant…someone you’re close to…an insight ’bout yourself… uh huh…it was just a random thought…would’ve kept it to myself but it just blurted out there…sometimes […]
he’d tell these stories to ’bout anybody who’d listen to him…give him the time of day…in a crackly voice he’d talk ’bout old times when he was a kid in this town…’fore the McDonald’s went up…’fore they got a second traffic light at that four way stop out towards the end of town… back when […]
he kept pointing at his mouth…his throat…saying something…couldn’t make it out…water didn’t help…he spit it out…he was turning blue…a pale shade of blue… and…I sat there…watched…looked at him choking…pointing desperately at his neck…he couldn’t breathe…I was motionless…just sat there…watching…watching… part of me wanted to help…but then I paused…I’d never seen anybody die before…and…as he got […]
you get so scared out here alone…with each car passin’ a little bit of hope goes by…on down the road…leavin’ you behind…wonderin’…why didn’t they pick me up…what’s wrong with me…that family of four in the station wagon with New Mexico plates would’ve been perfect…I could’ve sat in the back with the dog…maybe they’d offer me […]
and there you were…in front of me the whole time…if you were a snake you would’ve bitten me…actually…I think you did…. you…with ginger hair and emerald eyes…what are your plans for me…sending me these pictures of you…telling me you want to be my true love…your bite has left a mark… I wait for your next […]
