Fiction: "Bodie Bad Man" by Margaret Chen
Published in Monkeybicycle
I made the mistake of sending something a little too long to Monkeybicycle after I read a handful of stories on their site, not realizing that pretty much every story on the site is borderline flash fiction (read: quite short). Oh well. I'll write something short and try again, because I really like this site. It's got some great stuff on it so far by some great writers, and it looks from the bio on the bottom that a good portion of the contributors are up-and-coming. Always cool.
Here's a snippet from "Bodie Bad Man," by Margaret Chen:
With thick patience, the husband did not remind his wife that it was her idea to drive up to this godforsaken town in the first place -- this pile of rubble in the middle of nowhere.¬† With no cell service or houses or people.¬† Not even the sound of the wind or birds.¬† Just silence, barrenness, the too-bright sunshine.¬† He did not remind her.¬† But she could feel it, and she could see it.¬† The heavy disapproval and the weary, familiar lines etching themselves across his face.≠
Really, I'd love to share more, but it's such a short story you should probably just go to their site. Read a few. Read a dozen. Exercise your mind instead of watching the news this weekend. It's all about that idiot and his Koran-burning crap anyway.