Flash
Airport Bar Before Boarding»
[Flash fiction for the Crash and Burn — The Steve Weddle Memorial Airport Flash Fiction]
Novellas
Memory Sticks (9/9)»
She looks up at his face as he places a hand on his leg, just below his crotch, exerts pressure with the first three fingers, one at a time, pressing down exactly so, precise distances, the exact locations of nerve endings, causing him suddenly to close his eyes, take a sharp intake of breath.
On Writing
Truth, Subtext and Memory Sticks»
Genre’s a trap.
Truth, on the other hand, is everything.
Excerpt
June 17th, 1994, 10:38:09 p.m.»
Actually, it was a switchblade
or more of a butterfly,
like a bayou sidearm or bucknife, bayonet.