Tasty Bits: A Delectable Selection of Short Observations by Various Indie Authors
I remember my first time like it was yesterday. Not the name or the face, just the feeling as I was going through the motions.
Wherever I place this in the wallet, it digs right into my buttock. If I swivel around, people think I have a digestive problem, possibly loose bowels.
August descends, a trembling thunderstorm, a vague sense of passage, clinging to shorter days, sharper frenzy, a summing up of another vanishing season, reaching, grasping each smell, taste, sudden contact.
The more Paul examined the child the more he liked what he saw. This kid even had better posture than Andy.
My brother-in-law Rich had this great idea to open a retirement home for aged Vikings right here by the waterfront.
The vampires and werewolves, as you might expect, come in after dusk. Lots of inappropriate drooling there.
The house painters surrounded the Catlin’s home while they were on vacation.
I was headed to the Swedish Mid-Summer Festival in Wagner Park on the lower West Side when the Path train lost power.
I am neither an anarchist nor a nihilist. I am simply a man who forgets to don a bib before attacking his latest project.
I’ve lost control of my garbanzo beans.