Stories related to politics

A Pound of Gaudy Flesh

Jake picked up the sharp knife, fingered the golf ball sized cyst under his arm, and wished (not for the first time) he had health insurance.


The S.W.A.T team shot him when he opened up his jacket. Then they took out every dove from the air to neutralise any further threat.


They praised him. They paraded in his honor. They called him “Hero”. But everyone knew he could never walk on a Purple Heart.

Midnight Crossing

Coyotes lead. We quickly ford the shallows. Snip and pull. The fence parts easily. A real coyote howls. I clutch papers with my new name.

The Revolution

“We want the President out!” screamed the crowd. He left on his private jet. Exile will be tough; spending the people’s money, much easier.