Tag: short story

“Star”

I sweated so much the first night I slept with her that my sheets were soaked by morning. Her snores and farts allowed me no rest.  Still, she was the most beautiful puppy I had ever laid eyes upon. And she was mine. Dark brown eyes opened in the morning and a pink tongue with…

By Charles R. Bucklin July 5, 2021 Off

Jimmy’s Place

My friend Charlie from Acting School crashes on my couch exhausted. He smells like tortilla chips, cigarettes, sweat, and tequila.  He sleeps over when he works at one of his restaurant jobs late in the evening, usually on weekends. I sleep in the back of my railroad apartment in my bed and Charlie sleeps on…

By Charles R. Bucklin June 21, 2021 Off

Window Shopping

They sit in a crowded shop window. Gazing out at the public with expressions that seem to beg for attention and love.  Each one has an identity, each one has a story. They all just want to be held and loved. And so they sit waiting. Waiting for that “special” someone. Someone who will name…

By Charles R. Bucklin June 14, 2021 Off

The Search for Freedom

Getting older sucks. And anyone who tells you differently is full of shit. Such were my thoughts as I drove home from the store. My cheeks burned with frustration as I replayed this afternoon’s humiliating events in my head. “Hello, can I help you?” bellowed an anorexic bearded kid behind the Health Food store counter.…

By Charles R. Bucklin May 24, 2021 Off

Stalking Charles Schulz

Charles Schulz, the creator of the “Peanuts” comic strip, must have been more than surprised when Peanutsmania swept the country in the nineteen sixties. But after Charlie Brown’s Christmas aired on TV it was game over – everybody in the good ol’ USA dug the ” Peanuts cartoon. Merchandising was phenomenal. Soon no matter where…

By Charles R. Bucklin May 3, 2021 Off

Jake and his Hot Trans Am Part 5

Finally, Saturday arrived, and Jake roared up to our little apartment complex to pick me up. We were going to pick up Donna first and then shoot over to I’m-Not-Crazy-About-Her-Name  Peggy’s house. I had worn some of my bests duds. A Black Sabbath T-Shirt, dark denim jeans, and earth shoes. I thought I looked pretty…

By Charles R. Bucklin April 19, 2021 Off

Run Like Hell!

Run! Run! Run! The hot plates were burning my arms as I carried two stacked in my left arm and held one in my right hand. The smell of cooking meat hit my nostrils. Was that food I smelled or was it me being slowly cooked by the burning crockery? God, I hope it wasn’t…

By Charles R. Bucklin April 12, 2021 Off