I read the “Missed Connections” section of the local weekly. That’s where hipsters express their undying lust through cryptic messages featuring bar names, band names and clothing labels. Often I imagine one of the less detailed and more passionate entries is about me. “Beautiful Girl Downtown: I see you every day and hope that someday you will see me.” It’s a lovely notice and it makes me want to thank whoever wrote it. Even though it’s not for me, I can imagine it is. For a moment I can feel that adrenaline rush of being wanted. I’m not that desperate. Really.
My flash fiction, True Love, is in this month’s issue of The Molotov Cocktail. Check it out here: http://themolotovcocktail.com/past-issues/vol-1-issue-16/truelove/
The Latent Print is a cool online literary and arts project. They have also published 2 of my flash fictions. Take a peek! http://www.thelatentprint.com/?p=2049
Zombies are in the basement again. So are the shotgun shells, so that’s sort of a problem, but Tony thinks he left a few in the hall closet. If worst comes to worst we can always pull out the old machete, but that makes such a mess. I have clean laundry down there and the kids still need to be put to bed. Lord knows they won’t sleep until they find out what happens, just so they have a story to tell at school tomorrow. I tell you Marie, Tony needs that promotion. Then we can move to a better neighborhood.