Short Fiction
I am currently compiling a short story collection titled Advanced Seek. Read a sample below.
La Brea Avenue Considerations
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It was time for the daily hot-walk to the studio. I passed a pair of men pressure washing the street and considered jumping into the flow. The water was most likely cool. Or at least cooler than my hot-walk was turning out to be. Would the spraying pipe of water rip into my skin? Or just do a sort of dog face hanging out a car window, flopping in the wind sort of thing. Anyway, if the washer took my skin off I might be less hot. I did like my outfit though, too much to risk it getting ripped or worse bloodied. Though the shirt was already red and polyester, my pants made of the sam, so each would likely be able to wash right out any dripping down red. With my plastic outfit, I was only a step away from being an action figure.
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I passed the cinema themed gas station. Themed only by an abstract formation of fake film reels with a plaque out front. A sculpture that did indeed seem right at home at a gas station. Or maybe a McDonald’s.
One of those grill-less new vehicles passed me by, bragging about its non-need for ventilation. Might people soon lose parts of their bodies in an effort to streamline our useless bits? A brow-less human bragging about the effortlessness of modern human life to a squirrel perhaps. We don’t need face grills. See? The lack of above eye hair would certainly increase aerodynamics. And anyway these fur strips are a bit unsettling in any other context. If an animal had a body of all skin and just a few rectangles of hair, we might find said hair-tangle rather unseemly. Something we mightn’t like to touch. Something we might shave off if it were a pet of ours. Maybe even if said animal were wild. It couldn’t run about like that with those hair-tangles scaring our imaginations. Every time we went for a hot-walk on a mountain or down a forested path or any other variant of recreational natural spaces we might fear the popping out of a hair-tangled skin beast. Though harmless, said creature would be arguably more vile than the arachnid, and 20 times the size. These brows simply would not do if our species hadn’t already Stockholmed ourselves into accepting them.
I remembered I was hot again and that I had to walk and would have to walk this walk over and over and over and who knew I could hate a studio—the studio I dreamt of being in—so much, the studio that was too cold, far, far too cold for an organism, brow-tangled/polyester wrapped or not.
One of those grill-less new vehicles passed me by, bragging about its non-need for ventilation. Might people soon lose parts of their bodies in an effort to streamline our useless bits? A brow-less human bragging about the effortlessness of modern human life to a squirrel perhaps. We don’t need face grills. See? The lack of above eye hair would certainly increase aerodynamics. And anyway these fur strips are a bit unsettling in any other context. If an animal had a body of all skin and just a few rectangles of hair, we might find said hair-tangle rather unseemly. Something we mightn’t like to touch. Something we might shave off if it were a pet of ours. Maybe even if said animal were wild. It couldn’t run about like that with those hair-tangles scaring our imaginations. Every time we went for a hot-walk on a mountain or down a forested path or any other variant of recreational natural spaces we might fear the popping out of a hair-tangled skin beast. Though harmless, said creature would be arguably more vile than the arachnid, and 20 times the size. These brows simply would not do if our species hadn’t already Stockholmed ourselves into accepting them.
I remembered I was hot again and that I had to walk and would have to walk this walk over and over and over and who knew I could hate a studio—the studio I dreamt of being in—so much, the studio that was too cold, far, far too cold for an organism, brow-tangled/polyester wrapped or not.