My favorite frame from a recent, foggy outing.
I write flash fiction, non-fiction, essays and novels. This month’s Tease is from a work in progress.
Then it started to return, like a foolishly placed wager that demanded to be honored. Just hours before, Jessie, this woman who was bellowing at him, had been nodding off in the passenger seat, her beautiful face twitching and blinking as she struggled to stay upright, only succumbing to sleep when he promised not to stop. But the night and the sea air, mixed with drinks, soon tugged at his eyelids as well. He had to pull over at this … “Where are we?”
“You don’t know?” She punched his arm. It genuinely, fucking hurt.
“That fucking hurt.”
“Good. The next one will be worse. Get me home, to my son … now!” He watched as she looked helplessly at her phone. “No service. Shit. I knew this was a mistake. Why did you stop? You promised. Just another promise breaker. Men, just small-dicked little boys.”
“Hey,” he started to take her comments personally. “I know I promised and I’m sorry. But I was nodding off. I had to pull over. I didn’t mean to take more than a few minutes. I’m truly sorry.” He reached for her hand and she appeared to cool briefly. The heat in her eyes turned from fire-red to blood-red.
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reflections on a passing life
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I had to find some way to entertain myself, so I made up stories in my mind. One night I started writing them down and never stopped.
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