It was a rainy Friday evening in Waxahachie, Texas . . .

Small white country church with steeple

The pastor peered out the window through the heavy downpour.

“Where’s Wendell?” he asked.

“He’s in the bathroom,” Billy replied. “He had the chili.” He went back to digging in his ear, his finger making a squicking sound that could be heard over the rain.


Topic: “Heavy”



There Were Six Of Them And They Were Looking At Her Like She Was Dinner


Drella tried not to let her fear show – it would be a mistake around scum like them, but it was there, tightening her throat and tasting of acid on the back of her tongue.


Topic: “Show”