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Self reflection is a bitch… Originally published in the Dangerous Lives, Dangerous Visions 5 zine. I took another swallow of whiskey and grimaced as it burned its way down my throat. I’ve gotta make it last because I don’t want to go out again tonight. What the hell am I doing in a cheap motel in Arizona? I know… -
Life’s little joys across the miles. Originally published in the Dangerous Lives, Dangerous Visions 5 zine. “Gopher,” Paul teased over the phone. “Shut up,” David warned. “Gopher, gopher.” “I’m hanging up.” “Come on, do it for me,” Paul whined. “I hate you.” “No you don’t, you love me. Now please, for me?” David sighed. “Sally sells seashells by the… -
Memories and reflections in a red car. Originally published in the zine, Dangerous Lives, Dangerous Visions 3. He ran his hand over the hood of the car as the red paint shone in the mid-day sun. It was exactly the same, from interior to exterior: candy apple red with a white stripe and black bucket seats. He remembered that… -
A phone call between old friends. Originally published in SHareCon 2010 zine. No matter how much he ignored it, the phone just kept ringing. Whoever was on the other end was not giving up easily, that much was evident. “What?!” David yelled, after quickly snatching up the phone beside his chair. “Do you always answer your phone like that?”…