Saturday Night Pulps

                                                     HOLLYWOOD HANGOVER                                                                 by: Donald D. Shore originally published as A Good Rain in eFiction magazine 10/16 I fish a half-smoked Marlboro from the ashtray and stare at the whiskey bottle. There’s nothing but residue inside.   Brown drops of rotgut.   I light the stale cigarette, my hands sweating.   There’s a swallow left in the bottle.   A taste.   It wants me as bad as I want it.   My phone vibrates on the desk.   I stub out the cigarette and check the number.    “Hey, Charlie,” I say, my eyes going back to t...

Duke and Eddie walked into the gas station. Eddie pulled the .22 pistol out of his pocket and pointed it at the security guard. Duke went to the register. “This is a hold up, you son of a bitch,” Duke said. He pointed his snub nose at the clerk’s face. “Open the drawer and empty the cash into a bag.” “Don’t move,” Eddie said to the security guard. Then his gun went off with a loud pop. The security guard looked down at his chest. There was a small hole leaking blood. He fell over dead. “Wew-hoo!” Duke shouted. “We’re cooking with bacon grease now!” He turned back to the clerk behind the register and smiled. The clerk emptied the cash drawer into a plastic bag. Duke’s blood was pumping. He could barely contain himself. He felt himself getting hard with excitement. Fear radiated from the clerk’s eyes. A dark deadly energy.   “I shot him Duke,” said Eddie.   “I shot him.” “Just watch that door, Eddie,” said Duke. “Let me know if someone’s coming...