The lid of the shoe box labeled “Nativity” is hinged on one side with heavy-duty tape, opens like a little coffin.
The packaging reads, “Create a festive holiday landscape under your tree this year.”
Even the angel gets a bubbly body bag. Jesus goes in last, but not before popping the air bubbles in his wrapper.
Pulling back the little brat’s stink flaps, a stream of warm piss hits me between the eyes, covers me, my only clean work shirt.
You can hear them thinking through panes of glass: What kind of man would be pushing a baby stroller? Is he the nanny?
There was that news story, the one about the couple who strangled their baby. They left bruises on its neck.
He said lower oxygen levels produce sanitation workers who pick up trash with a smile.
Steve would like us to know the following:
Steve Conway has been an adjunct professor, musician, and line cook. He is an Academy Award-winning illustrator who now creates content for Sent Tenses: short serialized fiction featuring stories of revenge, dysfunction, dangling adhesive bandages, and occasional flesh wounds in an amber wash of povidone-iodine solution. Content sent to your email every Tuesday-Thursday-Sunday. AI-Generated images daily. Sign-up for your free subscription today here. (Gmail users: please check under your “promotions” tab to confirm your subscription).
Steve, you always leave us shaken. Thank you!
