“Joe Biden is predicted to win,” the Book of Revelation.

When she didn’t answer, Miguel figured she didn’t know. “Why is she crying,” he thought, not understanding his speaking made her happy. He also didn’t understand that it had been a fight, this burning. Had he been older, learned to watch the television news, he’d of known what was twisting in his singular mind. Each…

The radio played, “The Bones,” a song Miguel had learned to ignore. It had played and played and every time the radio was turned on, it played again. Only one line held any interest for him: “The house don’t fall when the bones are good.” What it meant, he didn’t know or understand. He chewed…

Before I can agree to 2021, I need some terms and conditions first.

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“If only those ‘others’ could understand what I know,” Miguel thought. He didn’t talk, he didn’t feel he had to. He was slow to get dressed, he couldn’t stop shaking the small plastic globe, the fascination had become a full-blown idea, one he’d never be able to share, not that he really wanted too. “A…

Not even one cloud could be seen for entertainment sake as I lay flat on my back, the cement pad as a bed, suffering back spasms. Usually I go inside and flop on the futon, which is laid out like a bed in the back room when my back says ‘Screw you, we’ve had enough.’…

Miguel rolled over in his bed, pulling the twisted sheets out from under his body. He reached for the plastic snow globe and spun it back and forth. The autistic boy smiled as the flakes of snow flitted and floated about the water and drifted to the blue base of the globe. Miguel didn’t realize…

Even Covid-19 picked Trump over Biden.

With horror, she touched the gun tucked in her black sweat shirt’s pocket. It brought a glaze of sweaty moisture to her neck and back and she pushed the hood of her shirt from her head. “God, it’s bright out here,” she complained. Standing up, she walked to a nearby garbage can and dropped the…