Boy Stuff – a Short Story

San Francisco, August 1987
“The Jesus and Mary Chain are ok, but they’re not as good as Metallica.”
“You like Metallica?”
“My favorite band.”
Autumn gave him a sly smile.
Cliff looked at her, questioning the smile. “C’mon, what?”
She slowly shook her head. “Metallica is boy stuff.”
“What does that mean?”
“Heavy metal. You’re such a boy.”
“Metallica is different.” he said. “I’m [...]

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Studs and Lace – a Short Story

He speeds down Broadway in a borrowed beat up Chevy, listening to the radio. Loud. A song called “If Ya Want My Luv” pumps out from one of those renegade rock and roll stations that breaks all the rules. The song aches, pounds in his head: “If you’re spending time with me, better keep it [...]

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Summer of Love – a Short Story

San Francisco, 1987
Torn jeans. Worn denim jacket covered with patches like tattoos. Seventeen, maybe eighteen, but Keisha looked older, acted older anyway, or at least tried to. She was dragging a skateboard and carrying a “don’t mess with me” attitude. Her shoulder length black hair tumbled in disarray around her firm, slightly girlish features that [...]

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