by J. L. HARLAND
Miss G Thumb by Justin Carmody | Flickr
‘Where the hell have you been?’
Steven shrugged when he saw Dad’s frowning face. ‘Just went to the shop.’ He looked at the floor and leaned against the wall. Best to look casual, unfazed. Hope the storm passed.
‘Don’t lean against that wall. It’s just been decorated. I hope you didn’t get close to anyone. Grandma’s vulnerable and she –‘
Grandma appeared like the genie in the lamp. She winked at Steven.
‘Shut up, Paul. I asked the lad to go. Get some ciggies for me. I ran out.’
by P. L. WATTS
As If Hell Were A Real Place
Michael Patrick Welch / McSweeney's
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