Ode to the Recluse

Ode to the Recluse

by Preston Brady III

She let the spider crawl up her arm. It looked harmless.

Before long there was no more air in the casket. The brown recluse expired, content in the dark space.

Viral

 Viral

by Preston Brady III

Her Tiktok about Covid went viral. Unfortunately, so did she.

Goofy-Spoofy

 

Goofy-Spoofy

by Preston Brady III

His thoughts coalesced into a frankincense aroma. He realized he was funky, different from most.. I look at this big old world. He thought where exactly do I fit in. Mama used to say I have a bell bottom booty.. A bellbottom booty and a Paisley face. That was because of my pimples.. She also said I had elephant ears, but mama wasn’t always right. In fact, the last girlfriend I had said, I was cute in a goofy way. goofy-spoofy I’ll take what I can get. Today I have a simple goal: I wanna see a woman, I wanna smell a woman, a pretty woman who’s wearing patchouli. If I succeed by the end of the day, I’ll reward myself with a good juicy pepperoni pizza.

The pepperoni was crispy - almost burnt as I like it. The toasted garlic sizzled atop the little good-greasy discs. The last bite tasted like patchouli.

Translated to Spanish

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Puerto Vallarta December 12, 2018

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The Deluge

It began to rain. Those swimming lessons paid off.

Viral

Her Tiktok about Covid went viral. Unfortunately, so did she.

The Water Under Mama's Dream by Preston Brady III

And then the cardboard box shriveled, torn, gave in to the forces of the water it had moments before floated upon. As she held the box a photo fell out and found a new home among the debris in the basement. Nicole was thankful it landed face-up. It's weird, she thought, how the picture remained stored down here for years, and now, after the flood it became a symbol of all life. It was the statement of truth, so powerful words belied it. It was mama, in her favorite lavender blouse. She was leaning against daddy's 57 Chevy, half-smiling, her eyes squinted to block out the evening sun. Mama, this house was not supposed to flood. It's in a non-flood zone. All my stuff suddenly captured in the moment of catastrophe. Now the tears poured from Nicole's crystal blue eyes, a culmination of stored failures and regrets. It's ironic how time can bundle itself into a symbolic, parabolic lesson. All the good fades away. The power of nature has no heart, nor should it, she thought.