Short Stories

,,,slowly grew into the spray from two powerful diesels engines, which hovered slightly above the horizon, rapidly approaching our point of anchorage,,,,

When the old Buick stopped I couldn’t believe my luck. I was sure enough tired. It'd been a long day a'searing heat, and nasty looks.

,,,three robots in starched-grey button-downs, straighten up and drop the evil-eye on'ya all at once. “Why do you want to know?”,,, I figure he must be d'top dog in this cluster-fuck.

,,,all sleeping one atop the other amidst the resounding din from hundreds of screaming children and overwrought mothers at their wits end. No,,,, it was something else that caught my eye...

The look on the faces of the Indonesians was one of deep satisfaction. They knew that when you were boiled to death, you were really dead.

,,,only to inhale it all back in ravenously, and in the shortest amount of time. Spit, sweat and phlegm spewed forth in hyperbolic grace from my distorted face...