John Perkins' published ficlets
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Yesterday Girl's Aftermath
The alarm clock screamed at Jess to wake up. Its howling cries pounded waves of pain into her skull. A limp hand fell on the …
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Bob May Be In Trouble
Tim looked down at Bob, “what the hell do we do now?” Kneeling to check on his passed out roommate, Tim continued “this is no…
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Sending A Message
“Good evening Mr. Lawson,” the bust of a man spoke to me through the television. “I will assume that you know who I am, or ra…
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Paying The Price
I took the long way home, intentionally avoiding the highway. I needed time to think and find a way to break the news to Ange…
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Sorry
His eyes moved slowly up from his drink. The smoke filled room could not hide the sadness and disappointment in her eyes. Her…
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Bob Should Move
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No More Tequila For Me
The sheets, discolored from sweat, clung to him as he tried to escape the spinning room. His arm shackled by the thrashing as…
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