"Math"
Scarf sat at the table in the corner of the club and twirled a salt shaker between his hand and the hardwood. The light from the lantern in front of him was cut in half by his head on its way to the wall where it splashed in warm red on brightly leafed wallpaper. Inside, the salt looked like hot pink. By the lamp on the wall, menus rested in gooey piles of laminated paper stained and wrinkled by syrupy, brown alcohol and fruit juice. Packets of sugar and bits of coffee grounds pressed in a group in slots by the napkins. By those, a few bic pens ground up by teeth on the end.
By his hand, the check. "Thanks!"
The plan was simple.
***
Scarf sat at the table in the corner of the club and twirled a salt shaker between his hand and the hardwood. The light from the lantern in front of him was cut in half by his head on its way to the wall where it splashed in warm red on brightly leafed wallpaper. Inside, the salt looked like hot pink. By the lamp on the wall, menus rested in gooey piles of laminated paper stained and wrinkled by syrupy, brown alcohol and fruit juice. Packets of sugar and bits of coffee grounds pressed in a group in slots by the napkins. By those, a few bic pens ground up by teeth on the end.
By his hand, the check. "Thanks!"
The plan was simple.
***
"Preserves"
Wendy opened the shitty pantry. A breeze led on by the opening door came running in through the window on the adjacent wall. Tufts of fine hair fluttered in wind like white feathers on small forehead as fragile hands let go of the door. The jars glassed and clinked on shelves that lined up along the wall like a storefront.
Her eyes scanned the room, worried. This was all she had.
***
"a healthy realization of self worth in the face of personal and biting adversity, as well as an unexpected boost of self esteem and loss of cowardice due to pop rap"Zipping his bag up, he thought about what noise it would make, the tying up of all the ends of his life like fat shoelaces long left untied. The headphones went on, and it came to him.
Ffft!
***
"The Creep's Admirable Statement of Purpose"
Sliding and smiling out of the dark with an unnatural rapidity, The Creep, at a speed, tempo, and intensity comparable to his emergence, said it.
I wake up in the morning wishing for the decimation of my mortal enemies.
As if sucked down a sick drain like the last bit of dirty liquid in a bunk, basement sink, he was gone into the murk doing God knew what, he stink of murder gone with him.
***
"Blind Date"
The Crass Ass ended up being able to offend three waiters and a customer by the bar before offering a buck to The Jerk for the check.
She looked up, shocked.
Six months later, they were married.
***
"Sar For Sil Map Boff Hos"
The ancient's eye flicked open with a sound faintly reminiscent of swordmetal.
***
The Crass Ass ended up being able to offend three waiters and a customer by the bar before offering a buck to The Jerk for the check.
She looked up, shocked.
Six months later, they were married.
***
"Sar For Sil Map Boff Hos"
The ancient's eye flicked open with a sound faintly reminiscent of swordmetal.
***
"Sinister Nothing"
Spinning around at once in the road, the young girl saw nothing in the spot where the noise came from, which was almost worse, because something is something, and you have to deal with it, but nothing seems like nothing and could be something unseen, something that needs to be found out or run from!
The girl chose to run.
Big mistake.
***
Spinning around at once in the road, the young girl saw nothing in the spot where the noise came from, which was almost worse, because something is something, and you have to deal with it, but nothing seems like nothing and could be something unseen, something that needs to be found out or run from!
The girl chose to run.
Big mistake.
***
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