Evan McConahay
Bio
A writer from the midwest
Stories (2/0)
The Joke
“E – 13...” the voice crawled into my ear like a soggy finger. I turned and looked behind to see someone scurry quickly, a few rows back, through the seats, down the aisle and towards the exit. Before carrying on through the heavy maroon doors I saw their face turn towards me and I couldn’t see it well but I knew their eyes connected with mine, though I’m sure it’s untrue I truly felt as if I could see the yellowish glowing discs of some kind of animal’s eyes. They smiled, and went through.
By Evan McConahay3 years ago in Fiction
Laughter in the Rain
Mark was walking back from his morning swim when he heard the music, and for a moment, thought his sanity might finally be giving away. This feeling lasted only seconds when he heard the motor, and down the road, towards him, bounced a pickup truck. He couldn’t help but freeze, like a deer, and stare as the truck approached him. The truck stopped in front of him and the song played loudly out of the windows long enough for Mark to start wondering when the last time he heard the song was when a man jumped out of the car and told him to lay down on the ground. The engine kept rolling, and the song kept playing.
By Evan McConahay3 years ago in Fiction