The outside mall was dusty, full of large families and battered cars all decaying in the harsh sun. I was dressed in a light blue polo Ralph Lauren shirt, red shorts and aviators- which blocked out the Sun’s damned rays. I was accompanied by my family. All who loved Florida like me. A Latino family […]Read more "Microfiction: Floridian thrift"
The Howard’s passed through the back alleys of Pomona, hurrying past the strange men in long black trench coats with unkempt hair and beards. Shuffling past the women in crop tops and hiked up skirts yearning for someone and something. Something that the Howard’s couldn’t provide and they were thankful that they couldn’t provide. Allen […]Read more "Microfiction: How are the Howard’s?"
The atmosphere was palpable. The man who used big words to make himself look clever was speaking. I wanted to punch him. I would of but, I was listening to someone else. Someone who drank expensive wine and had a bad haircut. The whole feeling was stark, it wasn’t realistic. Everyone was pretending. I wished […]Read more "Microfiction: Swirling nobodies"