Standoff
Soon
after the bullet split into my flesh, through organs, I saw blood trace the
sand. It slid down the curves of the earth and drew images no one care free
would ever notice. Somber art only I could appreciate. Illustrations along the
canvas of vermilion told my tale—a tome of an outlaw, wanted, someone who died.
Yet lived without rules. Autonomy became my solace, hierarchy, legacy. In that
I found acceptance. Closed my eyes while everything blurred until there was
black and cold and nothingness. My only regret, forgot the wife had asked me to
pick up milk.
Along with
"Standoff," BAM has stories in several anthologies, journals, and
magazines. Other microfiction includes "Incorrigible Jerk,"
"Killed," "Mizu," and "Untimely Demise," with 500
Miles Magazine, 50-Word Stories, A Quiet Courage Journal, and Flash Fiction
Magazine respectively. BAM teaches English and types out more words in Japan.
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