Monthly Archives: October 2012

Sammy the Gat: “Oozin’ Liquid Rubies”

Posted on October 31, 2012 by vb guenther

(Follow-up to “The Hot Bod with The Hot Rod“) Ka-boom! I do a 360, then double-check the old spectacles, testicles, watch and wallet bit along with my gut, chest and noggin. There’s blood on my mitt and a nick on … Continue reading →

“A Monument to Memory”

Posted on October 31, 2012 by vb guenther

The winds roil the waters And sweep the land As they mix the sands Of ocean and bay And force them to batter The classic old house on the beach. Hundred-year survivor Of nature’s vengeance This island refuge Has sheltered … Continue reading →

Posted in Flash Fiction, Micro Fiction, Poetry, Short Fiction, Short Story | Tagged childhood memories, destruction, family memories, family summer home, memories, Sandy, storm, summer memories, The Storm of the Century | 12 Comments

“The Hot Bod With The Hot Rod”

Posted on October 25, 2012 by vb guenther

I stand by the window in the Toot Sweet deli and watch this totally stacked dame swing it across the street. I exit that dump just as some jumbo joe jockeys into position to catch him an eyeful of the bodacious … Continue reading →

Posted in Flash Fiction, Micro Fiction, Poetry, Short Fiction, Short Story | Tagged bodacious, dame, double-cross, gat, heat, hit man, jumbo joe | 38 Comments

“It’s Time”

Posted on October 23, 2012 by vb guenther

The house A split-level At the end of a cul-de-sac. The woman Raven-haired (Dyed) Dark-eyed (Mascara) In gypsy skirt And low-cut shirt. We sit In a room Blackened By closed blinds. We wait. She has called The spirits To tell … Continue reading →

Posted in Flash Fiction, Micro Fiction, Poetry, Short Fiction, Short Story | Tagged abusive father, alcholic mother, changing lives, crystal ball, cul-de-sac, gypsy, mansion, socialite, split-level house, unfaithful husband | 16 Comments

“The Ultimate Insult”

Posted on October 18, 2012 by vb guenther

Dear Diary, Longest week of my life. Housed in a bus station that looks like a phony façade in a cheap spaghetti western. Sleeping in bunk beds (men on one side; women, across the aisle). Eating from cans (had it … Continue reading →

Posted in Flash Fiction, Micro Fiction, Short Fiction, Short Story | Tagged actors, bunk beds, bus station, bus trip, cutting-room floor, disappointment, fellow travelers, strangers, unisex port-a-potties | 20 Comments

“The Wife and Mother”

Posted on October 17, 2012 by vb guenther

Today Is the day. I choose my dress with care. Designer linen shirt. Pencil-thin skirt. Stiletto heels. Hair. My hand shakes As I let loose my curls And arrange them To frame my face. I am shamed When I look … Continue reading →

Posted in Flash Fiction, Micro Fiction, Poetry, Short Fiction, Short Story | Tagged attack, burka, elevator, family, fate, fear, glory, Persian tiles, plane, preordained destiny, suicide, terrorism | 25 Comments

“Island Alleyway”

Posted on October 11, 2012 by vb guenther

I enter the alleyway With its aged Whitewashed walls And backsides of Air conditioners Which have replaced The graceful water jugs That cooled Mediterranean man Of old. The sun crosses Into midafternoon And casts Its shadow Highlighting The image Of … Continue reading →

Posted in Flash Fiction, Micro Fiction, Poetry, Short Fiction, Short Story | Tagged alleyway, fear, imagined fear. Mediterranean, Santorini | 30 Comments