Category Archives: Fiction

Frank and Jill

Frank walked into the old bank. Men were hanging lights on rafters and women were taking notes. His eyes wandered endlessly. Orders where handed out sporadically. He took a seat in the middle of the room and watched. A girl … Continue reading

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Jack and Jill

The rain was pounding outside. It always rained after sex. Jack lay in bed with Jill. Jill lay in bed asleep. The covers were on the floor.   Jack lay on his back looking up at the ceiling, listening to … Continue reading

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After Betty’s

A mild sedative force took hold of Jack. The smoke crept into his left eye and caused a tear to escape. He was dehydrated and needed another drink. The bottle in front of him was empty. So was his wallet. … Continue reading

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Getting Drunk, Alone, In a Crowded Bar

Jack sits at the bar with a glass of whiskey in front of him. He lifts the dirty glass with a shaky hand and pours the rancid juice down his throat. It goes down like water. His eyes shut for … Continue reading

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Betty on Sunday Morning

The door slammed shut and Betty cringed in her blankets. The smell of sweat lingered and tears soaked her pillow. It was four-thirty on Sunday morning. She had been here countless times. On the floor beside the bed lay her … Continue reading

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Mr. Dead

Mr. Dead lifted his head. His brow was drenched in sweat. He reached for a napkin on the table. He struggled to clasp the paper but his fingers had become stiff from his labor. He clumsily wiped his forehead as … Continue reading

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Doc Little

Doc Little sat in his office on the third floor of an office building in Century City. On his desk lay scattered papers, a pen, and an empty bottle of gin. Little was grotesquely overweight. His stomach sagged over his … Continue reading

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