The club is owned by Becky and run by Dale, but none of the staff know that. As far as they know, Dale owns it, runs it, and rules it. Becky likes it that way. She’s always been sneaky. It’s why we brought her along on our jobs. Sometimes I think, maybe if Tucker was still alive, maybe she wouldn’t be here. She’d still be out there: skulking around, covered from head to toe in a sneak suit, jacking into some corporate hardline somewhere. She’d be all fingertips and interface protocols, ripping apart defense barriers and hacking perimeter drones while Tucker screamed madman obscenities and blew shit up. And he’d still be waxing that ridiculous mustache of his and twirling it like a goddamned villain.
If you haven’t been reading his Number One With A Bullet serial, you’re missing out. But this is my favorite scene, and Week 5 just came out so you won’t be left hanging (too badly).
Go read it.
This is the cliché: a man comes home to find his wife in bed with his best friend.
This is the reality: I come home to find my best friend in my living room, pretending to drink coffee from a clean, dry mug. My wife’s voice is chirpy and insincere.
This is the cliché: a man drags his friend out of the bed, screaming, threatening, hitting.
This is the reality: I make awkward small talk and ask if there is any more coffee left.
This is the cliché: the wife screams and begs mercy for her lover, forgiveness for herself.
This is the reality: My wife says with a quaking voice, “Oh I think we just ran out. Should I make another pot?”
This is the cliché: the man throws his friend onto the lawn and intimidates his wife into penance and a renewed fidelity.
This is the reality: I say, “Nah, thanks.” I think about my dog and try to pretend I don’t smell sex in the air. I slap my palms on my knees and stand up. “Well, I didn’t want to interrupt,” I say, “I guess I’ll just go watch the game at the bar. Good night.”
An interview I conducted with fellow aspiring writer Anma Natsu. Also check out her podcast on Spreaker.
A flash fiction piece (1,000 words or less) as part of Chuck Wendig’s challenge to create a subgenre: somethingpunk. I attempted algaepunk.
Chuck is the writer behind a new dystopian trilogy Heartland, whose first book, Under The Empyrean Sky is available now.
A (very) short story I wrote. New flash fiction stories (200 words or less) go up every Tuesday and Friday.