First Place Winner of the 2000 Literal Latte Fiction Awards. Charles Flint had for some time been in the habit of consuming lethal doses of strychnine and lye. He learned it from the Bowsky brothers, several years back, under a patched canvas circus tent in the hills of north Georgia[...]
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I ate a Van Gogh. Not a major one. And not all of it. But I did manage to tear off an entree size piece and chew it until the bitter oils burned metallic hot in the back of my throat.
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True, I have twice faxed my resume,
dear Ms. Weber. I did not have the dates
precisely right. I hope this tiny error…
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