Bloody Mess

Bill took pride in his neatness. Not like some of those dropouts they hired. He was precise.

He finished the condiment section. Ketchup, mayo, mustard, relish, pickles. He stood back, admiring his work.

The Fly

This entry is part of the series The Fly


The waiter brought my coffee and soup. I put a package of equal, and two creams, in the coffee and stirred. I unfolded my napkin, and laid it across my lap. I picked up my soup spoon and stopped. There was a fly in my soup.
“Waiter, waiter.”

Do It

This entry is part of the series Mr. Chang


A week later, a tearful, Mrs. Smith returned. “Oh, Mr. Chang. It’s terrible. He’s after me all the time. I don’t get any rest. I cant get any house work done. It’s sex, sex, sex, sex, every minute. And he wants me to do the most disgusting things. What am I to do?”