Fuck it. I was going to save this for publication but im just going to run it on HST. Fianally sat down and wrote a new flash fiction, love to know what you guys think!
http://www.horrorsleazetrash.com/flash-fiction/ben-john-smith-platos-cafe/
"Biting into another warm mouthful of danish, Steve put his head into his hands for a short while and squeezed his eyes with his palms in an attempt to quell the hot and sharp pangs of his skull. Squeezing the soft tissue of his eyeballs behind the thin lid of skin, he made purple, red and rainbow colours with the dark light behind his eyes. He had done this many times as a child. He remembered that for a while and smiled through the pain. He thought of his dad and his smile faded. When he pulled his hands from his face it took some time for his sight to readjust. Everything swam in yellows and whites, like the middle of a candle flame or a drop of milk on polished wooden floorboards. "
http://www.horrorsleazetrash.com/flash-fiction/ben-john-smith-platos-cafe/
"Biting into another warm mouthful of danish, Steve put his head into his hands for a short while and squeezed his eyes with his palms in an attempt to quell the hot and sharp pangs of his skull. Squeezing the soft tissue of his eyeballs behind the thin lid of skin, he made purple, red and rainbow colours with the dark light behind his eyes. He had done this many times as a child. He remembered that for a while and smiled through the pain. He thought of his dad and his smile faded. When he pulled his hands from his face it took some time for his sight to readjust. Everything swam in yellows and whites, like the middle of a candle flame or a drop of milk on polished wooden floorboards. "
"Drunk at the matinee" is a collection of candid poetry about stupid shit that we all experience from day to day.
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