It’s All About the Cornbread
Ya see, us here wolves got a bad rap.
I gave some old stories a little love and polish. Find them here. They are my personal favourites.
Ya see, us here wolves got a bad rap.
Benny walked into my cubicle and his smile vanished.
Steak was supposed to be on sale.
And as quickly begun, it was finished.
Something green.
The world stuttered in a queer slant as I sat up.
“I know what you did,” said the voice and hung up.
A dense bluff of silver maples grew behind our house.
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.