Showing posts from December, 2009

The Steve Weddle Memorial Airport Flash Fiction Challenge

You can find the challenge here My step up to the plate can be found below: My Airport “What’d I tell you?” Mickey asked. Jaime switched off the faucet and looked in the mirror. “It’s a big airport.” “I know how big the airport is. That’s not what I asked.” Jaime smirked, picked at a pimple on his jaw line just below his left ear, and said, “You told me to stay away from the airport.” Mickey exhaled slowly and slid both his hands into his dark jeans. “And here the fuck you are.” Jaime stood back and fussed with the frosted tips of his razored bangs. “Here the fuck I am.” Mickey’s fist came out of his pocket, fingers all brass knuckle gleam. Jaime’s mouth O’ed. Mickey shoved him with his left and cracked him on the back of the head. Something exploded by Jaime’s eyes and he went down, clutching for anything to stay standing. Mickey crushed the fingers clutching the sink rim. Jaime started to scream, but Mickey smothered it under his smooth palm, driving the blond head to the floor and

Strong Women

Bold is the starter sentence provided at Friday Flash Fiction . The rest is all me. She was always threatening to punch someone in the face, but this time she meant it . I didn’t pick up on it right off, being across the room at the jukebox; a real jukebox, the kind filled with little records and the mechanical arm pulling ‘em from the stack and dropping ‘em for a needle spin. I knew there’d be good stuff on there. I was too busy looking for Copperhead Road to know exactly how it started. Pretty damn crowded in there and the jukebox was right next to the pool table and this short dude who musta been pregnant with a boy, cause he was carrying low, was smacking the balls around like it was a lonely Saturday night. It was Saturday, by the way. But first thing I heard was Tara’s voice screech, “Bitch, I will punch you in the goddamn face.” It got quiet. I started jabbing faster. They didn’t have Copperhead Road , but they did have Guitar Town and my favorite Johnny Paychec

Tinseltown Benedictions

I have a new story up at The Darkest Before The Dawn . But first: Big thanks to Aldo for maintaining so many first rate sites, being an A-1 stand-up guy, and putting up with a couple of whiny e-mails from me about when he would be able to resume posting the accepted pieces. Now, you can read Maiden’s Prayer for something a little quieter than my usual work. If you like it, you may be in luck and get to see the main character again, relatively soon.