Short Short Short Stories
The Midnight Vault, Volume I
the heart wants what the heart wants
I hate my wife's Chihuahua.
I can save her.
I do not hide from the people in this house like I did when I lived with you
The neon sign of the liquor store shines like the bright welcome of a church.
I guess suffocation by bugs was too much Satan for even the truest believers.
They were shiny and sharp. Word-shaped blades.
