Short prose

Short prose

Cherry

Tony

I stay where I am when I see Tony come into the bar, standing by the optics with a tea towel in my hand. Tom turns his back and starts polishing cutlery. He's worked here for longer than I have.
Cherry

Champagne, Maybe

I am drunk and they know. I lift my head. A shard of glass sticks out from low in my stomach, catches the lamppost light. It’s a striking image. I should write a song about it.
Cherry

Don't Ask

I once knew a girl who ate cereal with a fork. She said it was to control the Milk Element and I didn’t question her because I’d seen the way she skewered her raisins.

Like Magic

I start sleeping with boys early, trying to cultivate the same charisma as her. I want to drip sex.
Cherry

Too Much Gravity

The baby seagull's back in the doorway of Burger King, pacing up and down, twitchy like an addict.