by Pat Bove | Jan 24, 2025 | A Short Story
I remember the day I heard the news. “A cure! Hope returns!” It was the headline plastered around the world. I swore when I came back from Europe after the Second World War I’d never kill another man again. Even if it meant my own death. I’d let them kill me. I had no...
by Pat Bove | Jan 24, 2025 | A Short Story
I sat in a dark room facing a video camera. I asked them to put one out so I wouldn’t have to repeat myself. Two agents that were once heroes for show in the gladiator games sat across from me. They never introduced themselves, but I recalled their faces. Their smug...
by Pat Bove | Jan 23, 2025 | A Short Story
“It’s about damn time,” I said as I opened the top left drawer of my desk and slid the glass lid back. I plucked two cigars—the good ones from the far back. “It’s the small things that make life enjoyable,” I cut my cigar and sat. “Like a humidifier built right into...
by Pat Bove | Jan 23, 2025 | A Short Story
“Valhalla, NY,” I say in a rush. “Isn’t that really far?” the girl sitting shotgun prods her phone for answers—“still no fucking signal!” “Anyone know someone closer—I’m all ears!” I hit a hard offramp exiting the 287, whipping around the full loop to cross over on...
by Pat Bove | Jan 21, 2025 | Absurd Flash Fiction
I expected the morning to be a bit rough. A headache and a blurry recollection of the night before are standard rites of passage when you turn 21. I woke up feeling oddly refreshed—well rested, even. As I stretched and let out a deep yawn, I remembered being...
