Letting Life Lead
His body collapsed to the sound of piano music playing from a stereo. Jennai’s crimson pot holder sported a smoking bullet hole. Who’d’ve thought a casserole guise would work?
Jennai propped a typed note on the man’s signature, lapel, single lily tinged with human blood: “Test the paintings.”
The Literary (or Junk) Writings of Leslie Muzingo
Poetry, History, Mythology
Confessions of a White Trash Hoe
Learn to Live
Fiction, Nonfiction, and Poetry Journal
TinyPurpleMe: Part Two
Illustrated Short Stories
Essays and reviews on narrative in games and new media
My reflections of life in general.