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800,042 Little Lights

800,042 Little Lights

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What says “Christmas” more than a blinking, schizo forty-foot tall American flag with elves at the bottom saluting the drivers. Not the flag, no sir, but the drivers. Dead-eyed creepy elf fuckers robotically raising and lowering their hands to their foreheads. Salute!more

Beach Rat

Beach Rat

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Beneath the raw flesh slick with ointments, I could see the ghost of his past self. He was beautiful. I told him as much. I said, Does it make you uncomfortable? I see it. Your beauty.more

Cowboy

Cowboy

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The house was dark by the time he reached the steps, no porch light, no downstairs light, but he could hear a radio playing somewhere nearby, something country, twangy. He stepped inside and, immediately, his mother called down to him to not turn on the light and to come up the stairs, she needed his help.more

A Couple Tomatoes

A Couple Tomatoes

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If there was ever just one bird left in the shoot, it’d get pardoned. Let out to fly away. Makes you wonder what the truly guilty do with freedom. I’ve stopped pretending I don’t feel a little crooked about everything.more

Suiting

Suiting

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A week before, she’d up and left. I’d hardly gotten around to plowing my heart from where it hung. I was spending obscene sums at patisseries, flaking crumbs to the floor, buttering my fingers and suckling them to a sheen. I was already searching for something to forget.more

The Seasons of Gilly Black

The Seasons of Gilly Black

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Mole heard his mama talk about Gilly and how he hadn’t been the same since coming back from the war. Looked like she wanted to spit talking about their neighbor. No compassion. And his mama would never spit. more

FLASH FICTION

FLASH FICTION

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I knew Bridget Brown Eyes. She was different people. She was a paternal orphan. She studied organic chemistry. She got a bikini wax. We went on two dates. We hated each other over dinner on the first.  We agreed to another date because, if we could get around each other’s awful personalities, we would have liked to sleep together.more

Keeping The Knife

Keeping The Knife

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It wasn’t on purpose, but Jimmy Franks is a real piece of shit, so I’m not sorry it happened either. If I was gonna break anyone’s beer bottle, I’m glad it was his. Well, in the abstract, at least.more

Flash Fiction

Flash Fiction

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Avoid Algorithms… Anything but Warhol’s soup can. Your can! A can I’ve never seen before.more

Hog Heaven

Hog Heaven

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Apparently, lack of empathy is the one psychological trait shared by all elite warriors, all special forces guys, Max included. It’s that singular trait that allows them to kill without hesitation or remorse. Or, in the case of Max’s current job, the trait that allows him to acquire struggling companies with the sole goal of leveraging their value before gutting them and selling assets piecemeal.more