So many American flag ensembles pulled tight over potbellies and pale, cellulite legs jiggling to and fro.
My back is all I will show her, for now at least. That’s when I feel most comfortable, most secure.
I look to either side, past the people filling the walkways pushing their metal carts. Their heads are lolled to one side. Their mouths hang open and drooling.
The whirring of the microwave is mind numbingly comforting and soothing. He's entranced.
Jack was ready. This was the day. He could hear his friends behind him. Some supportive, some scared and the others, well the others could go screw themselves. It was the perfect evening, the cicadas were creating their usual symphony. A light breeze rustled through the grass. Looking up, Jack could see the moon starting to … Continue reading Jack Rabbit Slim
He stands up to the white door with the gold knob and sets his shaking hand on it, knocking with his left. "Sweetheart, may I come in?"
"Why, Tallahassee, darlin," his smile now takes hold of his face, engulfing it completely.