(excerpt from book "She's Not There") Sarah was fairly sure that Diablo was not going to call or trespass this evening as he’d been on a drinking binge for the last week avoiding his own apartment in fear of Mark harassing him. She walked from her apartment to the Lost & Found and quickly drank a couple of jack n cokes. On her way toward the back door she saw Smythe. “What are you doing here?” He asked and eyed her suspiciously. She didn’t drink without Diablo anymore and really didn’t go out of the house as far as he knew, it was strange to see her at twilight. “Having a drink too many.” She let herself in the passenger seat and closed the door. ...
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.