Beating the Heat
I took the cool can and placed it on my chest, letting the condensation drip between my breasts.
I took the cool can and placed it on my chest, letting the condensation drip between my breasts.
The gymnast contorted backwards in artful retroflection, her ribbon efficient in its sparely motion, the structured rules of physics seemingly vandalized in ...
That’s how long it takes us to realize the Sun has gone dark.
I lay awake on the top bunk, listening to my brother’s rhythmic-breathing below me, desperately wishing sleep to overtake me.
Elvis had left the building.
Hop on the exam table, Mister Smith, and let’s take a look at the carnage, shall we?
No one could pronounce my last name growing up.
So much blood.
My dreams always started the same way.
Detective Arnie Chalmers dropped his finished cigarette to the asphalt, ground it with his heel, and waited for his partner to catch up.
Janine let her hair flop forward on the left, decided against it, and threw her hair up in a clip.
So, I’ve been reading my NaNoWriMo novel today and had a brainwave.