
Short stories
I is Another
It was always happening. That morning, a young lady slapped me in the face at the front of Mug, the coffee shop. About midday, two guys attacked and brutally kicked me in the parking lot […]
It was always happening. That morning, a young lady slapped me in the face at the front of Mug, the coffee shop. About midday, two guys attacked and brutally kicked me in the parking lot […]
The girl’s face burned, glowed as though illuminated by a shaft of late afternoon summer sunlight approaching the edge of the horizon. The girl was a madonna, animated, beatific. Her face was radiant with happiness. […]
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