
FIRST AID by Boston Chandler
“Get out of here, pervert.” He doesn’t get out of here. People watch from their small islands of striped towels and coolers.
“Get out of here, pervert.” He doesn’t get out of here. People watch from their small islands of striped towels and coolers.
The next morning police were baffled. But then again police tend to be pretty clueless in general.
The train didn’t derail, though, when this happened. Would’ve been cool if it did, maybe. Anyway
We bought Barbies for the clothes, but sooner or later they all ended up naked.
“I can feel your heart beating.” He said it like he was telling her something about herself that she didn’t know already.
When it’s dark, we’ll turn off the freeway, pull into the one place we can find. Look, you’ll say, pointing up at the harsh red neon.
Dan won an award first for proving God doesn’t exist and then for proving He does.
Like everyone else, when I see the plane, I get up from the table to get a better look. I’m not exactly sure at what speed planes travel, but I know a plane must travel faster when it’s diving.
Oh dear is a fretful tingle. A tingle hatches hungry dread. Roger drops to knees.
He’s lying on his back. His useless, hairless legs stay wherever I put them.