Tag: Sad Men
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We Are All Made of Water
Unpublished short fiction So my parents settled in tiny, flat Gulfwind, Florida, a sleepy town a hundred years past its booming industrial peak. They said they liked the sleepiness and the community and the proximity to my dad’s employer. Then I was born with a dark cloud over my head—an eight pound, eight ounce baby…
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The Townies
Unpublished short fiction The plates are old and chipped and the coffee mugs are old and chipped, but nobody cares—the waitresses least of all.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…
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The Silent Behavior of Objects
Unpublished short fiction On Saturday after work I buy a gun with no bullets.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…
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The Bad Dog
Forthcoming in The Harvard AdvocateRunner Up: 2021 WLP Graduate Student Awards, Emerson College An acquaintance of mine got a baby and decided he needed to get rid of his dog. He said the dog was too rowdy, and he was worried it would hurt the baby. Fine, I said, I’ll take the dog. I’d recently…
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Taylor Dayne Told Me the Night Was Exploding
Unpublished short fiction ’80s pop star Taylor Dayne sings that she “feels the night explode when we’re together” but that’s not how I feel about my wife. When we’re together I feel like the night is heating up some leftover ravioli in the microwave but the microwave misses spots and some of the raviolis are…
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I Want to Fuck the Moon
Unpublished short fiction My father died and I was surprised to learn he had been saving money all his life working construction and left the whole wad to me. All my life I thought we were poor but in reality he was just a very skillful cheapskate. It annoyed me to find out he was…
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Chow Down Saturdays at the Pig Slop
Unpublished short fiction It is Florida 1985 and no one will fuck me.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…
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Billy Beergut Drinks a Beer
Unpublished short fiction Billy Beergut threw another beer at the television. He drank some more beer, then threw that beer at the television, too. The cans bounced off and fell on the carpet. There were a lot of old cans on the carpet. The whole apartment smelled like beer. Billy Beergut had a beer gut and…
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How the Ocean Hated Tampa Tom
Everyone hated Tampa Tom. His friends hated him and his enemies hated him.