Lucita’s Salacious Secret by Jesse “Heels” Rawlins

Mescal peered at the fifteen women assembled on the mesa— They sure got that boy aroused. Not because they sprawled half-dressed …. But because they lay there dead. Me? I grabbed the Canon looped around my neck—and rabidly fired pictures. I knew from prior visits we had no phone reception here. The sun sat high…

Flash Fiction Offensive’s 11th year anniversary.

‘Greetings all you Gutterites. Ezine years are even longer than dog years. And we’ve reserved November to celebrate Flash Fiction Offensive‘s 11th year anniversary. Readers. Writers. Editors. That’s a lotta love and energy. The chocolate frosting we offer on today’s cake is surely bittersweet. Yet we’re pleased to present the tale “Loaded Guns” — penned…

The Bayou Boobie Blues By Jesse “Heels” Rawlins

An hour after sunrise. And I didn’t smell my finest. I tugged the jangling door to Cajun Queen Cafe—and a blast of sharp AC jammed the stink thru my nose—square into my brain. But hey, not my fault. I’d spent the dim wee hours tossing Ezekiel Daniel Boone (in hearty twelve-inch-chunks) to a brood of…

Inside Pandora’s Box by Jesse Rawlins

Pandora didn’t say a word; but of course she didn’t have to. Her fathomless eyes spoke volumes, and calmed his burdened-mind. The cancer that ravished her body had changed so many things. Yet the taloned-beast had failed to mutilate their love. Chemo had claimed her hair; but he found her wig exotic, black waves tonight…