Category Archives: Flash Fiction

room 12

The rooms here suck. I arrived with this waitress from the diner back down the highway. The food wasn’t much. Stale pecan pie and coffee so weak it comes out as piss unchanged. It was late, or early, depending on your perspective. I needed a bed, a place to lie down, watch some bad television […]

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The Laying Waste

In the garage where his father built bird boxes there was an old chest filled with tools and a folded up tarp. Travis, who was 13, had known for some time that this was where his father hid his Smith and Wesson .38 Special. His father, Jim, joined a pistol club a few years back […]

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