Dusk gives way to darkness and the air is crisp.

New fiction, "Punks Like Us," in Rejection Letters

Ok, I need some gas…

Image by Andrea Damic

This new, published fiction publication has filled my serotonin tank to the brim. It is a free-standing excerpt from my graduate thesis/novel manuscript, Into the Ground. If you hate suburban sprawl, Target/retail in general, then this will be for you. It’s about 1,500 words, so plan accordingly.

See what happens when P.J., the apathetic cashier, allows a “guacdog” to fall into the hands of a cranky girl at the food café.”

"Maddie went, Humph, and I swear, hurled that nasty frank right into her mother’s eyes. You could hear the slap. What an arm. The mother yelped and the little catastrophe ran into Women’s Clothing and out of sight."

Thank you for reading! I’ll be back next week, likely with the final Part 3 of my personal essay, “Once More, Toward the Light.”

Stay rollin’.