The smell hit me first – acrid and sharp, like chlorine but somehow heavier, tainted with something else. Disgust, maybe. Or triumph. Hard to say what goes through the mind of someone who enjoys watching a memory die. I thrashed against the arms holding me down, the metal folding chair digging into my back. My…
The asphalt scraped my cheek as he pressed my face into the ground. “Your life is worth less than the dirt on my shoes,” Trent hissed, grinding his heel into my hand. The pain was white-hot, radiating up my arm. I tried to squirm, but his weight pinned me, a suffocating blanket of privilege and…
The broken strings of my guitar lay scattered on the cracked asphalt, each one a tiny, glinting shard of a dream I knew I couldn’t afford anyway. “You’re nothing but a stray dog,” Billy Ray Crowder spat, his face inches from mine, the stink of cheap beer and entitlement thick in the air. It wasn’t…
The sound of my son’s scream still rings in my ears, a high-pitched shriek that cut through the Friday night football game like a knife. I was up in the stands, a rare break from work, trying to enjoy the game, when I heard it. My heart leaped into my throat. I knew that scream….
The flyer was taped to a telephone pole outside the Piggly Wiggly, faded ink bleeding in the afternoon rain: “LOST DOG: ANSWERS TO ‘BRUTUS’.” My hands shook as I peeled it off, the cheap paper tearing. Brutus. My Brutus. Gone. I’m not a good man. I try to be. But there’s a storm inside me,…
“Coward.” The word hit me harder than his open hand. A spit of saliva landed on my cheek as Derek’s friends hooted, phones held high, recording my humiliation for their little corner of the internet. My arms stayed limp at my sides. I didn’t flinch. Derek, emboldened by his audience, slapped me again, harder this…
The asphalt seared my knees through the thin fabric of my pants. Each laugh from the circle of faces around me felt like another branding iron against my skin. I could taste blood where I’d bitten my lip to keep from begging. Begging for what? Mercy? They didn’t have any. They had made that abundantly…
The sound of shattering glass yanked me awake. Not a gentle tinkling, but a violent CRASH that vibrated through the floorboards of my tiny apartment. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic bird trapped in a cage. My cat, Mr. Whiskers, shot straight up from his usual spot at the foot of the bed,…
The mud was cold, seeping through the cheap fabric of my only suit. It was supposed to be for interviews, a symbol of hope in a town that had swallowed mine whole. But here I was, sprawled at the feet of a kid who thought his daddy’s name was a get-out-of-jail-free card. “Do you know…
The steel lid slammed shut, echoing the laughter that ripped through my soul. My old mutt, Buster, whimpered inside, the sound muffled but unmistakable. Three of them stood there – Brad and his goons, their faces flushed with cheap beer and boundless cruelty. “Serves your mutt right, freak,” Brad spat, kicking the dumpster. “Maybe this’ll…
