Tag: flash-fiction

  • Bad Math

    The foam hits my knees. Two linebackers line up their play. Someone’s going down hard tonight—and it ain’t gonna be me. Where’s Jessica?

  • “ALL ROCK AND ROLL MUSIC IS SATANIC!”

    “ALL ROCK AND ROLL MUSIC IS SATANIC!” Me and my friends laughed at him. Well, they did. I was a bit too scared to laugh, as my Dad was a local Southern Baptist church pastor. But in Dublin, California, we didn’t call it Southern Baptist. We moved from Arkansas in the spring of 1980. My…