Shred of Evidence

It’s Saturday. I’m sleeping off a mild hangover when Jen opens the curtains to let in the sunlight. Instant headache.“Get up,” she says. Throws my jeans on the bed, the dark blue ones that’re all stiff and hurt my crotch when I sit. “It’s a beautiful day. Let’s not sleep it away for a change.”

I try to cover my head with her pillow, but it smells like her conditioner (rotten flowers) and by now the headache has moved to the back of my neck and is making its way down to my stomach. Lost cause. I might’s well get up.

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My work has appeared in publications like The Storyteller, Futures, FAME and is upcoming in Short Attention Span Mysteries and Hoodz. Along with writing short fiction, I am working on a novel.