short fiction
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The horns sounded on the track, and on the back stretch Aggie pulled the syringe out of Sunny Red’s vein. He capped the needle and leaned against the stall to watch the bay filly in the tense seconds as the cocktail took hold. Sunny’s haunches twitched, her jaw fell open and long strings of drool…
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I see them in the morning, when I squint against the sun streaming in through curtainless windows. Spots of light at the corner of my vision, fireflies flashing their morse code into the ether. I blink and they’re gone, the shine of the morning dims mundane. Coffee massages away the last dregs of the headache…
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Gerald Pickering worked three jobs and needed a car to get to two of them. That was just how America worked, and that was why he didn’t look too close at the Nissan Altima his friend offered him when his Honda’s transmission fell out. His friend cut him a deal, $500 up front and he…
from the pen of icarus blake 