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Erika Simms
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Flies in the Punch Bowl
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2019
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2 editions
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“The term hermit-like warrants definition," said Evan. "It makes me think of a fossilized eccentric who gets himself in a tizzy over speakers blasting rock and roll." He glanced out the window. "And webbed feet.”
― Flies in the Punch Bowl
― Flies in the Punch Bowl
“The cocktails at the speakeasy were smooth," said Lyla, "but the clientele was iffy. A bed of clams could've done a better job filtering out the riffraff. Half the men looked like tanning parlor regulars with skin shinier than a body builder's biceps on competition day.”
― Flies in the Punch Bowl
― Flies in the Punch Bowl
“The vodka isn't laced with arsenic," said Lyla. "He's simply picturing life in a far-off galaxy, where a group of eight-armed cephalopods have gathered around a supper table to share in their last meal before riding off into the sunset. But, of course, they'll need at least two sedans for all those tentacles.”
― Flies in the Punch Bowl
― Flies in the Punch Bowl
“A layer of foam from his cappuccino formed a mustache along his upper lip. He looked like a child drinking from his holiday hot chocolate; missing only were the puffy humps of marshmallow and the stomping of the feet when Mother tells him to wipe his mouth.”
― Flies in the Punch Bowl
― Flies in the Punch Bowl
“The term hermit-like warrants definition," said Evan. "It makes me think of a fossilized eccentric who gets himself in a tizzy over speakers blasting rock and roll." He glanced out the window. "And webbed feet.”
― Flies in the Punch Bowl
― Flies in the Punch Bowl
“The cocktails at the speakeasy were smooth," said Lyla, "but the clientele was iffy. A bed of clams could've done a better job filtering out the riffraff. Half the men looked like tanning parlor regulars with skin shinier than a body builder's biceps on competition day.”
― Flies in the Punch Bowl
― Flies in the Punch Bowl
“With fantasies of becoming the next Che Guevara, Evan had bought a rusty Norton 850 motorcycle in Tijuana five years prior. When Macho disappeared from his hostel in Mexico City days later, the fuzzy glow of insurgency wore off, and he hopped the next chicken truck back to the states.”
― Flies in the Punch Bowl
― Flies in the Punch Bowl
