Ruminants

Mike’s getting pretty good shots. The composition’s solid, with the street spinning out into the distant desert.

Unfilled

“Fuck,” the Con Artist said. The stack of fake IDs he’d been holding flew wild, into the dirt, lamination gleaming in the mid-morning sun.

Chasm

Calvin started going to the diner as an escape. He wanted to avoid church, but his parents made him promise to acknowledge God, His presence, at least once a week.

The Buried Man

The truth is I don’t expect them to show up at all. I’m used to getting blown off. It’s basic as hell—New Kid Blues, et cetera, et cetera.

Gold-Dust

It was a short enough walk to the usual haunt. Too short, almost; certainly not long enough to forget the cows.

After School Program

A bunch of ladies tried to go hiking in a cave but it goes a lot deeper than they thought. There was some freaky dudes inside.