Bloody Wine
Wine Cellar — 1855 There was no way anyone would actually confuse blood for wine, or wine for blood. Not in real life. Not if they really knew anything about either. Wine rarely dried the crusty rust red that blood … Continue reading
Wine Cellar — 1855 There was no way anyone would actually confuse blood for wine, or wine for blood. Not in real life. Not if they really knew anything about either. Wine rarely dried the crusty rust red that blood … Continue reading
Trophy Room — November, 1928 I walked into the room expecting to see some sign of my host. Instead, a horde of dead eyes stared back at me. The firelight played off mounted heads: buffalo, deer, bear, and wolf. In … Continue reading
Jungle Room — 2010 I’ve never been much of an Elvis fan. I had an uncle growing up, you can call him Dick because … well, that’s what he was. So Dick was coo coo for Cocoa Puffs when it … Continue reading
Game Room — May 7, 1970 I racked the balls tight, just like I taught him; just like my father taught me. I pointed the number on the black 8-ball straight up, for luck. The varnish on the rack had … Continue reading
This week, we’re trying something new at the Cafe for our monthly confabulation. Instead of merely giving our writers a prompt for their usual flash fiction of 1,000 words, we decided to really challenge them to do something grand. Welcome … Continue reading