Short Fiction
GOODBYE DICK His birthday gift to her, a set of full tang stainless steel kitchen knives, lay strewn about on the counter. He lay on the floor, his penis in her left hand. A peculiar thing, she thought. It can grow and squirm like such an altogether separate entity of the body. Its ability …
From the sidewalk, T.S. Bar gave a vibrant aura. Open casement windows let out the speaker cringes of hip bands crafting jukebox anthems for a generation of sing-a-longs; bar chatter and laughter and shrieks of greetings mingled with the clink and crash of empty bottles into trash cans. The chalk board sign by the door …
