Issue 10
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Chris Jones
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Club Jojo
A quiet man laughed to himself by his park bench pigeon nest at rush hour, on a Sunday, sparkling with his high intentions, and somehow touching in the new polyester jump suit he'd found the night before on Avenue A, by Club Jojo, in the alley next to the two writhing lovers by the big, green, dumpster and the wrapped, recyclable cardboard.
"How did they get home?" he thought, as he gently unwrapped the purple sequined dress that he would give as a present and peace offering to Cloretta across the park. It was the perfect dress for a big-boned glam girl and aspiring diva with a deep hacking voice and no lung capacity. "Two packs a minute," she would say before sucking down another anything she could burn. She said the most interesting things. Mario dreamed that night that his gift would bring a smile to her face, and she to his.
~Chris Jones
Chris Jones lives outside New Paltz, New York, where he
poses as a student to get free stuff. Short, short fiction is the only form of
literature he can actually complete. Email.
© 2002 by Chris Jones. All Rights Reserved.
© Copyright 2002 by Cayuse Press. All Rights Reserved.
This page updated December 23, 2002.