My life as a cautionary tale.
Fiction published by Sean D. Layton on other sites.
You took my hand, and we slipped away from Karen’s party like we’d known each other forever. Later, I scribbled down my number, then a lingering, predawn kiss at your front door. All week I lived on memories. Brown, pliable curves and wine-dark nipples stiffening under the brush of my fingertips. My phone sat stubbornly …
“Thanks,” he croaks. His unnatural gyrations are freaking me out. I ease the car into traffic. He babbles about hiding from the police. I’m brimming with a host of different emotions. His right elbow bangs sharply against the passenger window. “Stop thrashing around.” “Sorry,” he mumbles. But he can’t stop, limbs flailing with the frantic …
Check out Fungible Love, 1986, another piece of micro-fiction from yours truly appearing on www.thedrabble.wordpress.com. For those not familiar with what a drabble is, it's a story told in 100 words or less. Check out their site for new micro-fiction and poetry posted daily. You can also view Fungible Love, 1986 on my site.
I'd like to thank The Drabble for posting a short piece I adapted for their site! If you don't have time to read War and Peace during your busy day, you've got a short attention span *cough Jason Etzel and James McDonald*, or you simply appreciate the art of brevity in writing (100 words or …
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