Nate didn’t drink anymore. He told me out front in the driveway the reason he’d gone to jail was for four DUI’s. You do years for that many. “I was never any good at it,” he told me. “I had to keep finding that out.”… more
Writer: X.C. Atkins
Baby Boy
FICTION by X.C. AtkinsBy the time I was facing her, she was facing me. She saw it. Eddie saw it. Hell, even the DJ saw it. My expression reflected my shock. I stood there before her, before them all, my hand down my pants. I couldn’t believe it. In shock. In the apocalypse. I couldn’t believe what she did next either.… more
Tiger
FICTION by X.C. AtkinsI came back into the room to see her on the edge of the bed, her bare back to me, brushing her long black hair like the mane of some majestic animal you might admire and one day hope to befriend or even fall in love with. On her violin shaped back, a big tattoo of a tiger, baring its teeth and ripping red in her flesh.… more
