The Only Casanova in This Dead Country

Jan 14th, 2015 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words

“She was so hot,” Sam says. “It was like she was blasting out chunks of magma. When we finished, the whole apartment looked like Pompeii. Anyway – how’d you do with your lucky lady?”

I light up a cigarette and think for a moment.

“I was depressed the next day. Does that answer your question?”

“You tellin’ me you didn’t make a formaldehyde fetus?”

“Oh we had unprotected sex. I don’t know. Something doesn’t sit well inside.”

Sam puts his hand on my chest.

“There’s nothing comfortable inside that heart of yours,” he says. “It’s an abandoned archaeological site. Like America.”

From Guest Contributor Justin Karcher

Justin lives in Buffalo, NY. Recent works have appeared in Crab Fat Literary Magazine, Mixtape Methodology, and Maudlin House. You can find him on Twitter.

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