I was a part of you. I can still feel the connection even though you unceremoniously ripped me out of the back of your head and replaced me with a better model.
Tag: flash fiction
On the Train: Gaya Eats Here
It smells a little. All right, it smells a lot. Cold, day-old Chinese food has that quality about it at 7:30 in the morning.
On the Train: Perfect
I don’t know if you remember, little brother. Obviously, you’re dead, so remembering things isn’t in your wheel house, but if you weren’t dead, you’d recall.
On the Train: Looking Normal Helps
It helps, I think, that I’m a little on the chunky side. Don’t get upset. I know I’m chunky. I’m not upset about it, so you shouldn’t be either. And, honestly, it helps me. I’m […]
On the Train: Good Thing I Get Off at the Last Stop
This is what it looks like to fall apart. It’s not necessarily messy. There isn’t a drunken break down in front of the family around the dinner table. It’s a slow inexorable disintegration, not of […]
On the Train: All Blue
All blue. Woke up this morning. Put on my blue shirt, my blue pants, my blue fleece, my blue shoes.
On the Train: I’ve got three bags
It’s too many bags to take on the train, I know, but I’ve got three that I carry with me…every other weekend. The damn tan duffel that I stole from my Dad, my work bag […]
We were returning back to Chicago from our Hawaiian vacation when they shut down the airport.
The Board Ticks
Bob fidgets. Bob tries to escape.