This was my submission for GiantJuly19: First Date. It was part homage to the literary stylings of MR James, Sheridan Le Fanu, and GK…
I slit my wrist carefully, across the tendons but without reaching them. I let the blood dribble down into my keyboard. Was that necessary? I didn’t know, but I thought I’d play it safe.
Arturo washed his hands for the third time this morning, wiped them dry upon his apron, and turned to…
Tomas looked over at his friend. “Hey, buddy! Look at that look on your face! Good time, huh?”
“All right, whaddya got for me.”