January 7, 2021 | Fiction
Usually I’d just as soon look away from cruelty, but Lemuel flung that chicken square at my face and my first instinct was to swat her, fretting her clipped wings and shrieking like a raspy old woman, down on the heads of the others. Simple reflex.
January 6, 2021 | Fiction
But here, in the house at the edge of the ocean, there is no camera, and so Mrs. Brody awaits her lover.
let us use the Fibonacci sequence to understand
why 10 coffins became boats atop the surface of Alum Creek on Christmas Eve
and why Mamaw spent all of 2015 saying bell-bottoms were coming
She lives with her mom
two states away
and I wish this was all
I've failed to teach her.
I’m now constructing a mental pool for how long these two can keep up the corporate veneer before they go insane or at least pop Gene in the teeth or at least say Okay you’re done no more pineapple and then whisk away the tray of pineapple Mom and I have not stopped noshing and ogling and noshing...