Flower Man By Morgan Boyd

With a six-pack under his tattooed arm, Cash steps into the crosswalk. Brakes squeal, and a pickup skids over the white line. Crashing over the hood, Cash bounces off the front window. He lands on his head in the middle of the street. Beer cans roll on the asphalt, hissing foamy little lager geysers. “Flower…

Fiction: The Rex By Morgan Boyd

Kate had something to tell me, but she wouldn’t say it over the phone.  I knew it wouldn’t be good news, so I started scheming ways to leave work.  Cutting out early would have been doable except for the weather. Aging movie patrons descended upon the cinema like rats at the first sign of a…