Flash Frog

There was one girl who used to love to hitch more than any other at my high school, Jamie Duncan. We were in the same class. This was a long, long time ago. We’re both old women now. Jamie loved truckers because her father…

Six wild turkeys roam my father’s lawn. Cocksure, they gang, don leather jackets, and brandish butterfly blades. Having staked their claim, how they swagger! They challenge would-be adversaries to set foot, paw, or claw on their turf. Seek rumble. They choreograph dance numbers flavored…

At first, on account of the dress being all puffed up, we thought it was a jellyfish. One that somehow found its way to the wrong body of water, perishing as it glowed in the dark among the clementine rinds and condom packets and…