Your brother, Sci-Fi, is already drunk and drifting off near a gardenia arrangement, probably spacing out. Kooky Aunt Magical Realism is in The Front Row in a funny hat, primed to catch the bouquet when it's thrown. You can't place it, but something's always been off about her.
Tag: Flash fiction
Bought and Souled
"I bought my ticket outta Hell the same way I bought my ticket in: feedin' the baby diamonds."
Meeting of Myths
"Oh, go get disproven, would you."
Everyone's heads exploded at Momma's wedding. Grandma's done-up bun rocketed loose with her eyebrows flapping behind, right into Auntie Em's paisley lap. Uncle Denis's round, red face gorged and...
"Hey." With laser acuity, the close-leaning man leers over the sticky table and into my v-neck. "Nice tits." ...
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