Just the recognition of the name, the queen of synthetic opioids, fills me with anticipation, guilt, and fear.
Still Recovering: A Junkie Confession by Kerin Sommer
Category: Flash
Psychiatry, Tokyo Style by Jonathan Mack
It must be difficult to work all day beside a storeroom full of mind-altering drugs. Certainly it would be hard for me.
Like Momma by Lonette Stayton
I want hair like Momma’s. Big and fluffy, it looks like one of the clouds that floats across the sky.
Thesis by Thomas Wells
He walked to the front of the class, wisps of hair swirling around his head like tiny ghosts and looked at us with abysmatic blue eyes. I noticed that his hands were shaking.
Bob’s Keys the the Kingdom by Alexandria Peary
He lived in a 20-by-20 foot studio apartment for fifteen years. He washed his clothing in the sink, and the hallway reeked of his bathroom…
Burn by Cheryl Diane Kidder
“Not so fast,” he said, reaching across me and pushing the lock down. He undid the buttons on his jeans and told me, “Suck it. Then you can
leave.”
When the Light Changes by Christine Cooper
When the light turns green, no one else is at the intersection. My hands cross one over the other to round the corner.
October 20 by Margaret Ozmet
Why are they whispering? Wait, why is he looking at me? They’re both looking at me. I didn’t do anything. I totally didn’t do anything. Stop looking at me.
