Joel Smith
Stories (2/0)
Pants & Anxiety
Greg had lived outside until last week, when he’d walked right under a big net that fell on his head. He felt a little prick in his arm, fell asleep for a good long while, woke up in a big white room with a glass window, people behind it staring in at him. They’d planted a few fake trees in the cage, laid some fake grass, hung up some ropes and more nets from the ceiling, wanted to pretend it was a jungle. Greg wasn't fooled.
By Joel Smith2 years ago in Fiction
Dinner Party
Brad was trying to suck down the last of his cigarette before they got to the front door. He didn’t want to smell like smoke, but he always tried to time his arrival so that he had nicotine in his system. Chris rolled his eyes as Brad held up his hand “wait” just before the entrance.
By Joel Smith3 years ago in Fiction