Image Source: Snappa I glance down at the list written on the palm of my hand. I don’t remember why my middle finger is crooked. But it must be the reason no one takes me serious when I flip them off. It’s hard to read my skin without any lights on. I’m left in theContinue reading “A Short List by Tony Espino”
I open my umbrella. My skin is charred from the sun. I’m usually around six feet, but fatigue has left me several inches shorter over the past few days. The beetle in the palm of my hand doesn’t move. A few feet away, almost invisible, sits a chipped human molar on the ground. Despite myContinue reading “A Short Recount of the Certainty of Death”
I open the freezer door. My pinky finger sits on ice. My hand looks like a mutilated glob of meat. Now people will stare at me like I’m some sort of mutant. Something I’m not used to. Being seen. I reach in and grab an ice pop.
EXT. DESERT – DAY An EGYPTIAN WOMAN stands on top of a pyramid and places thefinal brick in place. She slides down the side and lands atthe bottom, disappearing for a moment in a cloud of dust. As the dust settles we see her opening a lunchbox. She gazesinside and notices her sandwich has beenContinue reading “Psychedelic Lunchbox | Role Model”
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Hank stands in line dripping blood like the disgusting bloody cop that he is. He waits with his wife and two daughters for their picture with Santa. The line is beginning to move faster. All the Christmas lights in the storefront windows have turned on. Everyone’s breath hangs in the chill air doing a danceContinue reading “Unthinkable Cramps | Christmas in Unthinkable Cramps”
George mopes down the windy sidewalk with dirt blowing in his eyes. He scratches them until they bleed. A flyer is forced off a telephone pole by a strong gust and through the air. It ducks under signs and excuses its abrupt visitation on passersby, “Pardon me, I didn’t want to be here. So sorry.”Continue reading “Unthinkable Cramps | George and the Flyer”
Sasha and Yoyo sleep with their eyes closed and heads outside their tents to warm their nightmares by the fire. But blocking the heat, unable to sleep, sits Belinda staring into the flames. A marshmallow melts away at the end of a short stick as the heat crawls up her hoof. The events from earlierContinue reading “Unthinkable Cramps | Belinda Breaks”