Taxidriver ran the stoplight. He almost got t-boned by an Oscar Mayer Wienermobile. Almost. Seconds later a police cruiser squawked its siren and swung into pursuit. Seeing the cop in his rearview mirror, Taxidriver laughed….
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Interview with Kevin Sampsell
“I am locked in the bedroom again. She does this to me sometimes. This time it’s been four months. She gives me books and newspapers to read, a battery-powered lantern, and some blankets. In the…
Playing the Part by Corey Ginsberg
“You always have to play the part, don’t you?” she slurs at his image in the bathroom mirror with her third-glass-of-wine inflection. “Maybe I do.” He adjusts the cufflinks on his sky-blue shirt, the cufflinks…
Cyclone Racer by Chad Greene
Before he shoots them, he commands the man and the woman to put their hands in the air. The couple complies. Playing along, they also throw wide their lids and lips – producing silent simulations…
Scapegoat by Will Cordeiro
Todd, our hired-hand, clipped the goats’ hooves: a citified, a clean, a bit sissified boy. Left too long, they’ll prance around lame, having elf-slipper toes or tottering with high-heels like some two-bit drag queen. You’re…