Black Barney
Flash fiction
Nov 7 · 3 min read
Back in my day we had real tv shows. Powerpuff Girls. Rocket Power. Even Stevens. Real heroes with real stories battling real villains. Mojo Jojo. Mandark. Cruel high school heartbreak. I sat on the couch, frustrated, watching my little brother who was laid out on the living room floor, fiending over his new favorite show. The fuck is a Yo Gabba Gabba? My parents had left to “run errands,” leaving me to watch over…

