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Split Lip

Split Lip

by | Jul 17, 2020 | P, Paul Heatley, Short Story

I meet a girl with drugs and we go to the bathroom to take them, lock ourselves in a stall and she gives me a handjob while I cut the powder on top of the cistern. She keeps going while I bend over and snort the first line, and fireworks go off behind my eyes while I...
Poolside

Poolside

by | Aug 24, 2016 | P, Paul Heatley, Short Story

Someone knocked on the door. Shane looked at it. He looked at it for a long time, until there was another knock. He got up, answered it. +++++Shane had moved to the apartment block a month before, hadn’t spoken to anyone else in the building save for one guy that...
The Straightener

The Straightener

by | Nov 4, 2015 | P, Paul Heatley, Short Story

Graeme Taylor stood on the banks of Gateshead. He leaned on the railing and looked across the River Tyne, to Newcastle. He was between the bridges. On his right was the blinking half-eye of the Millennium Bridge. He could see people walking upon it, could see the...
Something In The Woods

Something In The Woods

by | Oct 28, 2015 | P, Paul Heatley, Short Story

Somethin’s bangin in my dreams, then there’s a smash and I wake up. It comes from next door, daddy’s room, then somethin’s outside. I hear it scrape against the side of the cabin. +++++I jump outta bed, go to daddy’s room. I can hear the wind howlin like there’s a...
Lou’s Cowboy Blues

Lou’s Cowboy Blues

by | Mar 4, 2015 | P, Paul Heatley, Short Story

A cowboy sits in the shade outside the restroom, smoking what’s left of a cigarette all the way down to the butt. He looks up as we approach and his gaze lingers on Shirley. He gives a low whistle when she gets alongside him, and tips the brim of his hat. “My, my,” he...