Luanne Forever

Gene watched the tattoo artist, one Sid Sinowski of No Mercy Tattoos & Body Piercings, mix Luanne’s ashes into the ink. The tattooist grunted from time to time as he worked, scratched at his thick neck which was covered in art like the rest of his exposed skin (save for his scruffy face). Even the …

Johnny-On-the-Spot

The crowd for Gladys Cobbridge's estate sale was composed mainly of curious neighbors wanting an inside glimpse of the woman's decrepit house and to peruse the daily items she touched with her, possibly, murderous hands.  They would buy a relic if the price was right.  With so low a turnout, a bargain was inevitable. Pots …

Still Waters

The night his father died, Jeff Olliet's lungs were full of the same crepe myrtle and Spanish moss that teased his nose now in the full swelter of day.  He leaned on the tree, listening to the congregation in the church singing about the sweet by and by as the river accompanied their chorus. He …

The Bite

The decision to lance the boil on his face didn’t scare Gerry.  Why visit a doctor and pay good money for something he could easily do?  Holding his knife (the one with the coon hound on the grip-- his nicest, cleanest pocket knife), he readied himself for the first slice into the ping-pong sized protuberance. …