designated smoking area

“I started losing respect when I started using an ashtray,” Lucifer said to me one afternoon. — flash fiction | Tommy Tung — — art | Rook Floro —

13 fortune cookies

Virginia shot me and kicked me out of her car—a little awkward, since she had to unbuckle my seatbelt first. I hit the pavement on my elbow, and my funny bone wouldn’t shut up about it. I coughed blood, tasted

one-hour zone

I can’t take a punch very well, because I tend to take all of them, and I’m taking all sorts from Owen right now—uppercuts, hooks, jabs—and I pass out until water whips my eyes. Mr. V is standing with Owen,