Greg suggests we pool our money for a bottle of Mad Dog. He’s smiling, the left corner of his mouth out of sync. I can’t help it, I’m a sucker for lopsided smiles. I look through my cache of old photos, there’s only one theme: the lopsided smile. I visit him once a week, after […]
My daughter is five. She has started school. Every morning I drive her there, then peel myself away from her to sit at home, alone. Cameron is at work. He leaves the house at 7.00 am and catches the train into the city. I stay in bed until he leaves, only then I rush around […]
Gay Flash Fiction has resurrected John Washington King, the San-Francisco-based man of letters, and asked him to spearhead a new literary movement, the VERSE REPAIR MOVEMENT. Handsome, toned, and sparkling, John has the nous of a great versifier, and so he was tasked to take a poem of our (your) choice and improve on it, […]
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