The Daily Affirmation Plan (1) At the Party, Talking to Colleagues Warm light, corner conversations. A flush of untucked shirts, pardon me’s, gentle hand on shoulder, passing by, excuse me, coming through. I am barely listening to her, when she says “You know, Jack London wrote that story about me.” “Huh?” I look at my drink, bare bones to ice cubes, I’m melting, I’m melting, I croon in my head like a witchy drunk just converging with the floor. “Jack, the book about the dog that made him quit drinking, you know? I was the dog.” She says, seriously, says. I burst into laughter. I don’t even make the catty remark about her being a perfect bitch too, I am not even sure they existed in the same era and I am certain she only watched the Disney version of any book in her general education vocabulary and remedial inner workings of a brain. I walk away, fully awake, still laughing and shaking my head and she mouths “Wha?” at me while I turn my head back...
These are various short stories I have written. In forms of parody, crime noir, stream of consciousness, and flash fiction. I'd love your feedback and or comments.