What can YOU say in six sentences?
Marshall dragged him by the heels to the riverbed, said: “Warsh up, hombre. La horca’s itchin’ for a collar.” Hombre spit red and did what the bastard told him—sifting dark, wet clay from his filthy beard, swishing the cool Rio Chiquito in his swollen mouth. “Shit, boy. Don’t look so much the…Continue
Added by J. R. Parks on September 29, 2010 at 6:00pm — No Comments
The water’s like velvet. Cold but for that signature, salty-sweet burn. I don’t mind it though, the burn. The gush rushes in, smoldering with fiery heaves of the lungs, like chokin’ on hellfire. Stuff your fists into your pockets if you don’t want to flounder. Try not to drift and if you want to sink quick—don’t kick.
Bobby loved solving puzzles—especially after school, ‘cause in class he couldn’t solve any. Mama wasn’t home ‘til after dark and Daddy almost never, so Bobby jingled magician’s rings and sang to plastic dinosaurs in the pantry. One lazy twilight, he found a heavy, tin box, while feeding pudding to…Continue
Holly didn’t see him approach, not with her eyes still swollen shut. Stinking loose tobacco, bourbon, and traces of chalky coal, slithered up her tattered dress. Stony hands gripped too hard, clawin’ her soft blotchy flesh. Holly didn’t speak, didn’t fight or holler—she took it dry and moaned the…Continue