The ugly mugger’s dame was beautiful, but his own face could wrinkle glass, on account of
The ugly mugger’s dame was beautiful, but his own face could wrinkle glass, on account of that handmixer incident at 19. He used an empty, broken, chrome SIG Sauer P226 with a five-inch barrel and a black rubber grip, with electrical tape over the hole where the magazine should’ve been, for his street robberies and hooliganism. Just his face frightened people so much that they never noticed this. On his sixth birthday, he had (and he remembered this) gone in the car to the store with his mom, and the windows were rolled down, the best of Debussy in the cassette deck warbling. That day they’d already gone to the nature path for their favorite exercise. For dinner, his mom made her best-ever chicken and dumplings, with sparkling apple cider drinks, and they had a rich dark chocolate fudge cake for dessert from the new bakery. It was a very good day. Still Eating Oranges -- source link
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