From Short Stories

Short stories and poetry

Add Horse, Lightly Stir

5:45 A.M. Drizzling, nasty, dark, and humid. Her 2002 spray painted Accord accelerated in congested spurts down Peter’s Creek and into the 711 parking lot. Right on time. C.J., franchisee, was early- District was coming for a routine “Quality Check” which meant merchandise had to be stocked and shelved in precise, standardized formation; bathrooms and floors bleached; no spots on smocks and employee nametags accurate. It was “Slurpie Thursday;” Kyrian’s job to add orange cream mix to the machine. Her ghostly grey-splotched car sputtered and chugged into a parking space where she daubed out her smoke, brushed stray ashes off…