Angie made Ed jealous, but there wasn’t much he could do about it. She loved to drink and flirt. Drugs too, if somebody else was buying. But after Katrina it was different. Most of the bars were closed, most of the men gone to Baton Rouge, Houston, who knew where . . .
Tag: flash fiction
There’s someone dying on the side of the highway tonight because my daddy taught me how to walk quiet and how to use a peacemaker . . .
If Rudolf Dreikurs had not died in 1972, I might be in prison today . . .
Big Lew’s ample hips flopped over the sides of the wooden chair. The lunch crowd hadn’t yet begun to stream in . . .
“Aren’t you hot in that?” She gestured at my sport coat. . . .
Bogo got the call from Sammy. It sounded all wrong. “Bogo, the bastard brought a crew to the exchange. They damn near killed us, but don’t worry, we still got the goods . . .”
The zooming increases in volume with each second. Vroom, vroom. Miri looks over her shoulder and screams . . .
There is a boy with dark brown hair . . .