Water Pebble Rd. - Blogithttp://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ModernBoz/Short Stories and Psychobabble. On the way down Water Pebble Rd., many a stone is pitter-pattered with rain. If you turn over each pebble, they may have a story to be told.
hourly12000-01-01T12:00+00:00Pinch-Ouchhttp://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ModernBoz/488354PINCH-OUCH “I see that you have a bigger problem than I do,” Karen crisply commented to Hobo Stevens as he ate from the garbage can in the shadowed alley. “Trust me, Karen,” he chuckled back at her, pointing to her knees. “I’d rather eat this shit than have plastic legs!”Colourful Venderhttp://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ModernBoz/488185COLOURFUL VENDER “Balloons, balloons!” the colourful vender called to the children in the cobblestone plaza. “Balloons, balloons! All the colours in the world! Balloons, balloons! Three for a dime! Carry the colours of the rainbow anywhere you go! Balloons, balloons! Pick an orange, grab a red,...The Requesthttp://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ModernBoz/488136THE REQUEST “May I please have some more love?” the child asked his father. “No, you may not,” the father replied with the same tone a slightly overweight New York stock exchanger of the 1940’s would use in response to a holiday donation request by a congregation of emigrated dwarfs who were...The Talkhttp://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ModernBoz/488135THE TALK “Um, I like the butt,” 14-year-old-Jasper shrugged. “Um, I like the bush. Um, I like tits. Um, that’s about it.” “You should enlarge your mind,” advised 56-year-old-Bendrick, the foot fetishist.Job As In Robehttp://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ModernBoz/488133JOB AS IN ROBE Job hated his name because people pronounced it phonetically. “Job, as in robe,” he would begrudgingly inform those who insisted on writing his moniker. Some of the adolescents began to pronounce his name incorrectly even though they knew better. They found immense enchantment in...1-0http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ModernBoz/4881311-0 “No girls allowed!” Tough Kid Trevor bellowed from the citadel of his tree fort. “And why not?” Tom Boy Clarissa challenged from the encampment of her playground. “Because I’m a prick!” And with that, he threw a ball in her face.The Willhttp://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ModernBoz/488129THE WILL “Jerry isn’t well fit to be making any wills now, is he?” Pa had griped to Ma as he spied upon his neighbor. “I mean, look at him. He’s a corpse!” Ma snorted her disapproval and grumbled into the pillow, letting her words resonate from the bed like rising gas in a bowel. “Get into bed,...Grandmother Fenwick's Bedtime Storyhttp://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ModernBoz/459347GRANDMOTHER FENWICK’S BEDTIME STORY Grandmother Fenwick was the kind of grandmother you never think about. For one thing, she had no grandchildren, and secondly, she was not a she. He was, however, old enough to be a grandmother, and told stories to the animals that came into his hovel at night....Osio's Househttp://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ModernBoz/458873OSIO’S HOUSE At Osio’s House, the sisters ran everything. The projectors, the shutters, the popcorn stands, the ticket booth. Everything. Tuesday, of an afternoon, a burly man in tan boots, a red plaid shirt, and a beaver cap stomped onto the doorstep and entered through the shimmering, nostalgic...Sunny and Honey: The Lesbian Legionnaireshttp://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ModernBoz/458237SUNNY AND HONEY: The Lesbian Legionnaires Sunny and Honey mounted their pink and white jeeps and rode in tandem to Camden Mountain. The road was a dusty and treacherous one, filled with rattlers and sidewinders and cobras and kings. There was distinctly an aroma…a, a, a, a fragrance of female in...