How to Clean Filters: An instruction manual
You heard it’s best to step away from it for a while. You decide to let the story rest for a few days/weeks/months. It sounds like you deserve a break, anyway; you watch as your computer switches off.
Flash Fiction
Dinner for One: An Internal Monologue
I cannot fathom sitting alone in a restaurant with a horde of costumed men breathing down my neck, pitying the lone eater, wondering how fast I will empty the table for a group of noisy jobless rich brats who would order five times more and tip a little too generously.
A Thief in the Caucasus
Prometheus hadn’t seen a son so close in eons. He spoke words from Armenia, a tongue which demanded much from the throat.
Gun Circus at the Civic Center
Oh, fuck, will there be guns!
Film School Planet
The phantom trapped inside appeared before the critic on his couch and offered him the customary three wishes.
Richard Zenith
I’d stolen it accidentally when I lived across from LA City College from in front of an ostentatious antiques store two blocks from my studio, a dingy shop I supposed was in foreclosure but was actually holding an outdoor sale.
Casualties of War
For the rest of his life, he’ll tell people this was the first Super Bowl he remembers.