Short Stories
that final cigarette - 2018
BLood and bourbon, DOuble dagger
The red, Mexican dirt crunched under José's boot as his feet strained to keep his body upright. He swayed forward and back. His fingertips kissed the wall behind him for support. The clay wall painted with bullet holes and dried blood.
The Star on the tree - 2014
BK Royston llc
Though it ran fashionably late to the point of inexcusable tardiness, winter had nevertheless arrived. The trees with their pointy caps, the buildings with their shiny, sharp icicle necklaces, and the shrubs with their fluffy coats all adorned themselves in the white that was the fashion of the season.
HER PRINCE CHARMING - 2013
New LIt Salon Press
The only thing of any particular interest in the small town was the bar. It had few regulars, but many temporary patrons of questionable moral quality. The drinks were cheap, but in enough quantity would bring about all the sensations of drunkenness.
