• MFIII commented on the post, anchor 6 years, 6 months ago

    There was this intangible thing about it, like some of us didnt belong and others had belonged for too long. But when he walked through the door, we felt it. It couldn’d be quantified, nor could it be scientifically analyzed, but we each knew it was palpable. He bound us, with his grandeur and his progressiveness and his antiquity the same. We…[Read more]

  • MFIII commented on the post, welfare 6 years, 6 months ago

    “Where did you buy that silver spoon,” she asked.
    “It wasn’t bought or incurred, I assure you. It was earned,” he replied.
    “May I?” she asked, this time leaning in, tongue half obscured by her pouty lips.
    “Of course. What is mine is now everybody’s.”

  • MFIII commented on the post, trench 6 years, 6 months ago

    You could hear the blast from a two miles out, but you weren’t two miles out.You were a hundred feet from the grenade blast. You hear stories, but they never tell you about the pieces of earth hurled at you. Sure, the shrapnel cuts you, but it’s the stone that bludgeons you, the wayward rock that concusses you. And ultimately, when you’re in that…[Read more]

  • MFIII commented on the post, chapped 7 years, 5 months ago

    “Jameson! I say, you old chap, I haven’t seen you in, what, 15 odd years? Have a scotch with your old buddy.” And he stood above me with his hands out in a hugging motion.
    I stared back at him, silent, and he […]

  • MFIII commented on the post, entrée 7 years, 6 months ago

    “Mmm, that’s an extremely interesting flavor,” she starts, after tasting the stew for the first time. “I like how tender it is.”
    “You’d be surprised,” I reply. “Sometimes, there is no skill involved at all. More […]

  • MFIII commented on the post, earring 7 years, 6 months ago

    “Mine are better,” she snarled. “They’re bigger.”
    “No, mine are,” another said. “They’re rounder and better proportioned.”
    “Well, mine have better color and don’t hang as low,” a third chimed.
    “Mine are […]

  • MFIII commented on the post, earring 7 years, 6 months ago

    “Oh, I love those,” Eleanor lipped across the dining room, surely to some vague acquaintance hadn’t seen in some-odd months, probably sitting with her husband or lesbian lover or both at the other side of the […]

  • MFIII commented on the post, puddle 7 years, 6 months ago

    Her face made a sound when it smacked against the pavement. Those who were there might say they heard a bone break.
    “Here’s your goddamn bread,” he yelled at her, whipping a loaf off of her rib, which had surely […]

  • MFIII commented on the post, flip 7 years, 6 months ago

    It danced in the air, one side charred black, and the other, gleaming metal. I knew my fate as soon as he had flipped the coin, revolver in his off hand, pointed at my sternum. I wish I could say I had a wife to […]

  • MFIII commented on the post, catcher 7 years, 6 months ago

    The excess water dripped off the eaves, into the small wooden bucket placed below. She looked up at the worn gutter, beaten and bruised herself, and laughed. “Your trash is my treasure.”

  • MFIII commented on the post, drifting 7 years, 6 months ago

    An hour had passed with nothing. Waste of my goddamn money, I thought. And the party was as imagined, drab with bad music. Lucky if there was one celebrity there. Suddenly, a Eurythmics song I hadn’t heard in two […]

  • MFIII commented on the post, drifting 7 years, 6 months ago

    Nothing new about the scene, me there, chin in palm, book open. Her there, in my thoughts, apple red pumps, a black skirt with a slit far up enough to see the part of her thigh in which I’m sure only a few had made camp.

  • MFIII commented on the post, ratings 7 years, 7 months ago

    Michael was drunk watching TV, per the usual, his chidren sobbing in the adjacent rooms, maybe they were teething or couldn’t sleep. Maybe the TV was too loud. He hurled a beer bottle, only half-empty, at the wall […]

  • MFIII commented on the post, dismissed 7 years, 7 months ago

    I walked back in as coolly as I could, backpack shouldered, and approached her as she sat, surely grading her 7th period AP French tests.
    “Ms. Gambol,” I uttered, halfway under my breath as if it was still […]

  • MFIII commented on the post, brunch 7 years, 7 months ago

    I met him at brunch, where he told me his life story. A couple of wars, a couple of wives, a few drinks too many, for sure. And I could tell in his wrinkled gaze, as he took the last bite of his western omelet, […]

  • MFIII commented on the post, lantern 7 years, 7 months ago

    It flickers in the distance, a beacon for all that is right, and I approach it with reservation, oddly, tiptoeing my happiness away to grasp the false glow. And it doesn’t so much reveal it’s surrounding but the […]