It was almost Christmas, and the convenience store across the street had recently put a single plastic candle behind the bars in the front window. It hummed to me. “Jackson, you’re a good man.”
“No,” he said and he kept drinking. “No, I’m not.”
I just want you to know that I completely trust you with that small arsenal of thermonuclear warheads. I know that glowing red button that’s only a few precious centimeters from your hand could be pushed at any moment. And I’m sure that pushing that button would do exactly what I’m thinking it would do. There’s no question that you know what you’re doing here.
The Germans loved it, clearly not understanding a word, or how she was covertly insulting each of them in turn. They only saw it as private attention as opposed to a jibe at their weight, womanising or whichever lyric best fit the solider being sung to. When it was the General’s turn, Blanche swayed her hips over towards him and began to subversively serenade him.
SHORT STORYVisitation Weekendby Erin Parker
I eye the cereal with distrust. This is cereal for grown-ups. I am frozen for a moment, overwhelmed with longing for my regular Saturday morning cereal. Sugar Pops, Honeycomb or Captain Crunch in my regular yellow cereal bowl. If I were at home, I’d be in front of the TV watching Saturday morning cartoons with the living room drapes closed. I’d be listening to my mom hum to the radio in the kitchen, the sunlight flooding in through the glass panes in the back door. It’s suddenly the only place I want to be.
7 brothers are waiting for the bus, a woman in a ski mask rips the smallest child into her Subaru, she drives headlong into swirling mist.
7 Lucky Gods somewhere do or do not exist.
Physically, Mrs. Gutman appeared quite fragile. She wore no makeup. She dressed for winter in two or three layers of well-worn cardigans and a long wool coat, and her long blond hair was untamed and frizzy, forming a halo mass around her small face. Her eyes were a deep blue. She was the first college professor who came to know me by name.
Two Curses
There used to be 7 wonders of the world, some of the wonders were leveled; some of the wonders have only grown taller, wider, more prolific as refrigerator magnets, as modeling clay crumbling at a crime scene.
Bob Wilson was on vacation. It was a forced vacation; he hadn’t had a vacation in over two years and he really didn’t want this one. He really, really, didn’t want this one.
When Bob woke up the next morning in their motel room, he half expected Millie would be gone with his car and his money. When she was still there in bed with him, he thought that maybe he had truly found his soul mate. He looked over in the corner by the television and saw her small attaché case next to his small suitcase. She had been embezzling just as he had been; she also had had no plan on when to quit and take the money and run. Bob’s forced vacation had been his push and his bank robbery attempt had been hers.