Flash Fiction
by Joseph Young
Bored of Directors
You and I have something in common, he said.
What's that?
We are both ready to end this charade.
I'd never seen him like this; it hurt my heart. I could go on and on, I said. I could try many things, love many....
We both saw how the snow was falling. It would fill up the streets, high and cold.
Age of Chivalry
Love came to stay at our house. It hadn't any money and its feet stank. I said, flush the toilet when you're done, would ya? It shrugged. Bad for the environment. In the Sudan, they'd kill for a glass of water. We'd finally had it when Love insulted Julie's cooking. Um, ever hear of al dente? it said. Now it's down at the Campbell's, smoking Sweets with the children. What a relief, Julie said, her face getting old.
Another Time
I gave Richard Hell a broken nose. He said, damn, what a left hook.
I asked Bowie if he took milk. He said, I wish.
I went to Deborah Harry's favorite café. The waitress said, she's not welcome here anymore.
I wanted to give a party. Everyone said, no. I said, why? They said, we're tired, tired, tired.
Saturday
I had to get the gold to my mother. I had to!
I ran down the alleyway, and standing in a door were two men. Stop! said one man. We'll destroy you, said the other.
I ran for two hours. When I got to my mother, she was sitting on the floor.
Did you get it? she said.
I handed her the gold, and she poured it out and counted it. There's a lot, she said.
I knew what would happen next. I went into the basement. I was there many, many days.
Joseph Young lives in the Baltimore neighborhood of Hampden. His stories have appeared in such journals as SmokeLong Quarterly, Alice Blue, Eleven Bulls, Exquisite Corpse, Mississippi Review, and JMWW. Visit his art blog at www.baltimoreinterview.com and his website at www.josephyoung.net.
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