I have posted a new Steal Tomorrow story. This is part of the City News flash fiction offshoot: Collector.
Signs
There's a sign outside the window
of the room where I get my tea:
New
Coming Soon
Countdown
I am wearing my poker face
when I hear the news:
gossip
innuendo
I smile and nod,
but keep my feelings safe
from prying eyes.
It's all a charade, you know.
They don't just come,
but also go.
And so I don my mask,
paint my lips,
and style my hair.
Blend in.
Camouflage
There is Ginseng in my cup,
red ink on my hands.
Outside: blue screen of death.
This is my day, writ large.
And when the clock strikes
and it's all over
(tea and sly asides)
papers crumpled in bins
(do not shred)
I descend the staircase,
step by step.
Outside, my glasses fog
in summer's heat.
New Steal Tomorrow Flash Fiction
I have posted a new story in the Jazz Gang series on the Steal Tomorrow site: Sunny.
New Flash Fiction
By Alice Audrey's request, here is a follow up to Sunday's flash fiction: Speedball in Love - Part Two.
New Fiction for Sunday Whirl
This one takes place in Vince's gang, although Vince himself doesn't make an appearance. I realize that may disappoint some of his fans...
À mon ami
I miss you
(without
missing you);
lost chance
to explain,
though you
will never
understand
my words
my mind
my heart.
Was it
opportunity
or crisis
that made
you walk away?
Too near the
chasm.
Stall for
time.
Do anything
but open up
your soul
and question
what’s inside.
Change hurts.
Change hurts.
Now days grow
long,
reminding me
of other
summers’ fires,
and so my gripe
is this:
We could’ve tamed
our memory,
our memory,
shared a
laugh,
(thank god
that’s over),
but you
turned your back
instead,
refused to
see complexity
in me,
while I recognized
(with fond
and knowing smile)
the contradiction
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