Christopher S. Wilson

Tag: Realism

  • The Townies

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    Unpublished short fiction The plates are old and chipped and the coffee mugs are old and chipped, but nobody cares—the waitresses least of all. Linda’s Sunnyside-Up Cafe opened in 1978 and never left this aluminum storefront on Franklin Street, even when Linda died. That was almost twenty years ago. After she died, a guy named…

  • The Silent Behavior of Objects

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    Unpublished short fiction On Saturday after work I buy a gun with no bullets. I don’t know anything about guns. The gun dealer can tell I don’t know anything about guns and I don’t try to hide it. He suggests a Glock. I like the sound of that. It sounds like a bullet going into…

  • The Most Beautiful Woman in California

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    Unpublished short fiction This is a true story. I hooked up with the hottest woman in Hollywood and it was the worst sex I ever had. I can’t tell you who it was because she’d sue me for sure, but picture the most gorgeous movie star celebrity you can think of, and she has a…

  • Chow Down Saturdays at the Pig Slop

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    Unpublished short fiction It is Florida 1985 and no one will fuck me. And no one has fucked me in five years and first dates never return my calls. This weighs on me heavily, and I can’t find a solution that doesn’t involve flagrant self-improvement. I look about for alternatives to satisfy my lust and…

  • The Broken Path

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    Forthcoming in subTerrain Grandpa died face-down in a pot of chili. It’s a family legend. They told that story every Thanksgiving and all the children loved it. I was four when Grandpa Jim passed away but what I remember from that day is seeing my own father sobbing into a couch cushion, not knowing why…