to hell with this

I got stuck in traffic near the gates of hell, now covered in scaffolding, and there was a sign tied to a pole, flapping in the wind: “Open During Remodeling.” But no one was walking in. So the rumors were

sunscreen unnecessary

I laugh my head off and disagree, whenever someone says it’s hotter than hell, but I do not reveal the burn marks from my winter down there. — flash fiction | Tommy Tung —