A Spare in the Trunk: Part XV
Jack wrung his hands together. "Not too much now." The green kobold's tail twitched again in agitation. "I know." "Push it gently." Lys adjusted her grip. "I know, shut up. What is this stuff for anyway?" "It...helps stop the CPU from catching on...
A Spare in the Trunk: Part XVI
His old, high-school football helmet slipped around his head, the strap long since MIA. The flimsy cardboard bracers duct taped around his arms were already peeling off and taking his hair with them. He didn't remember buying any gardening gloves,...
A Spare in the Trunk: Part XIII
"Were ru noww?" the message asked. _At the store, picking up dinner, got off work early._ Jack typed out the same on his phone. He glanced at the bags in the trunk, sitting next to a set of boxes that had come for him today at work. "What 4 dinner?...
A Spare in the Trunk: Better Than Words
Jack stared into the stream of hot, flowing water and started to undress. Socks first and glad to be rid of the wet things, then the shirt and pants. A quick tug on the elastic band sent his underwear to the floor and he approached the tub. “Not even...
A Spare in the Trunk: Part XII
"Jesus, Al. You really came all the way over here just to tell me that?" He knew her better than that, she wasn't the kind of person to rather sun go down on her anger, she brought it to his doorstep instead. He stuck his head out into the muggy night...
A Spare in the Trunk: Coffee Break
Jack zipped up his coat around his sweater. The gray, wet world outside was a far cry from the sunny day he’d missed yesterday. If he were going to call in sick he should have done it then. The tiniest knife cut into his toe with each step he took. An...
A Spare in the Trunk: Part XVII
Running water and clattering dishes echoed from the kitchen, broken up by the occasional laugh. Cheap wooden half-walls boxed in the booths, but gave no real privacy. Safe and conservative tans wallpaper accented the equally boring brown seats. The...
A Game of Skill
The ghost of a thousand lost lives and spent continues haunted the dark, neon-lit space of Tim’s Arcade while the siren song of a dozen attract modes filled the air. Nostalgia hit Alex so hard he could almost taste the bubblegum. He hadn’t been in this...
A Spare in the Trunk: Meeting Mother
Lys was on the floor, yelling and bracing the blue kobold with her claws. Jack’s hand stung. A few thin, red streaks shined in the light where the mug fragments had cut him. The handle fell out of his shaky hand. His favorite mug, smashed to bits. He...
A Spare in the Trunk: Mug Break
Yesterday’s rain had become today’s drizzle, and the slight cold had turned to bitter chill. The dull, gray afternoon wanted to sap all the remaining life out of the world; it was doing a fine job. It felt more like winter than autumn. It didn’t help...
A Spare in the Trunk: Part XIX
Jack opened the door, the early evening air forced its way in on a breeze, carrying the smell of autumn with it. He found himself beset by a vampire, an animatronic bear, and a nervous looking Spongebob with mom and dad heading up the rear, providing...
A Spare in the Trunk: How Was Your Day?
The huge man wore a disgusting mask of rotting skin. Unkempt, curly hair nested on his head and his massive size sent chills across her hide. He grabbed the screaming girl and shoved her on top of a meat hook. Writhing and wriggling, it went on for far...