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Wasp Nest

Wasp Nest

by | Oct 22, 2025 | Chris Milam

She floated into my matchbox office. Hair as dark as three-day-old coffee. Caramel eyes that would make any man on earth readily give up his account and routing numbers at first asking. Curves in all the right places. My first thought was Dear Lord. My second thought...
Butcher Knives Don’t Float

Butcher Knives Don’t Float

by | Jan 22, 2023 | C, Chris Milam, Short Story

“Would you kill for me?” That was how it started. Or maybe ended. I’m not sure. +++++She stared at me with those blue diamond eyes. The kind of eyes that made my heart feel like vanilla pudding. +++++“Frank?” +++++“Who else would it be?” Her smirk hit bone. +++++“You...
Just Give Me the Gas

Just Give Me the Gas

by | Feb 1, 2018 | C, Chris Milam, Short Story

He said I could have whatever I wanted for my last meal. I asked for his wife’s pink taco on a tray. Told him I might need extra napkins, too. And something to wash her down with, maybe a tall glass of cherry cola. +++++Instead, Chuck brought me fried chicken, mashed...