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December 30, 2015
Strict Interpretation (Flash Fiction)
I’d never met anyone so interested in his own death.
“But I don’t want to,” I said, not sure what else to say.
Martin slumped in his chair. He looked at me with a mix of disbelief and disgust. It was impressive contortion of his face, which isn’t saying much coming from a robot. I have only four expressions.
“Why not?” he asked with all the petulance of a toddler.
I shrugged, crossing my legs and reserving core power for what was looking more and more like a very long and pointless conversati...
December 28, 2015
December 25, 2015
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December 21, 2015
December 20, 2015
Indulgence (Flash Fiction)
The air was wet, like breathing through a warm, damp rag. The heat was oppressive. And the work was brutal, a taxing back and forth between me and her.
Sometimes I don’t know when to quite. It’s a fault my mother diagnosed when I was only 6 after I’d gorged myself on all the sweets in the house.
“Manuel,” she’d said. “If you keep eating you’ll make yourself sick.”
“Good!” I’d cried, triumphantly bare chested with red, sticky fingers and cheeks. Not that I remembered, of course. My mother was...
December 18, 2015
L&P #14Close your eyesif you’re stuck.Shut down your...
L&P #14
Close your eyes
if you’re stuck.
Shut down your sense
of sight,
like a function
no longer meaningful
For they are deceptive
tricking you
into jealousy
and green fantasy
Feel, hear
of what surrounds you.
Every sound of every action
The breaths
The steps
The words
of machine and animal
Touch the kinetic tendrils
wrapped around your
skin and space
And know.
You are potential.
12/17/15
Jon Wilkening & p.s.w.
Originally posted at pswgear.com @jonwilkeningphotography
December 16, 2015
Love in Three (Flash Fiction)
My friends don’t understand why I’ve forgotten so much. I shrug and try to act like the cold-hearted bitch I know they think I am now. I do remember. I just don’t want to.
The First Kiss
I’m not sure how I wound up outside. Maybe I wanted to prove something to the assholes in my program. Not that there’s much to prove when you’re already in a miniskirt and 5-inch heels in February in Idaho. I had booze to keep me warm at first, but alcohol does little to distract from the flesh from the cold....
