Class Less One

Ms. Stanwich stood, perspiring from all pores, glaring at her 7th grade class. It was a small class of eight rambunctious boys and seven insecure young ladies. “I would like to begin classzzskll with a slls-hort writing asszzskll-ignment,” Ms. Stanwich said. Her lisp was grating to the ears. The cacophony of mixed syllables that followed what shouldContinue reading “Class Less One”

Barstools

Vernon slumped on the beat up, key-scratched, elbow-smudged, cigarette-burned, blade-chopped, liquid- and vomit- and chili-cheese-stained oak bar all by himself. Slurping club soda from a highball – lemon atop the outer rim – he sat knocking out games of video solitaire – drool drops dabbing the screen –  in the far left corner of the bar. TheContinue reading “Barstools”

Gerascophobia

(in medias res) “Because at some point, Peter Pan has to grow up.” “Why’s that? He’s Peter Pan.” “Because not everyone else is. That’s the point!” “What’s the point?” “Doesn’t it seem kind of depressing? To see all these friends and family members grow old and die for eternity? It’s like…I don’t know…some kind ofContinue reading “Gerascophobia”