David James

'Bout Time

Louis was what we called a loner who loved wearing army surplus fatigues and combat boots. His mom said he had a sweet disposition, but I never really saw it. Occasionally, he'd drop by and ask if I'd sell him a dime bag, knowing that if I had anything at all what he'd get would be free. Often, when he came over like that we'd sit on the back steps and smoke and smile.

Last year, Louis moved to California and became engaged to be married. The ceremony was last week. I flew out and had a good time. I didn't expect him to take his vows in his war surplus outfit. He didn't. He looked simply fetching in ruby red high heels and the low-cut gown. The fatigues were a little baggy on his spouse, Warren. Before I left to go back to my hotel I kissed the bride, Louise. Yes, I did.

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David James lives in Atlanta and writes stories.

David James

 
Revocable Love

 
It was easy lying there with my head on her left breast listening to the strong business-like beating of her heart. She looked down and said quietly, “I told you my love was revocable. I give it to many men and then I take it back.”

The Undoing

Me, my crowbar eyes trying to pry love from your staring face, and failing. You, your gaze of disinterest covering the room with a gauze, and prevailing. Me, my long ago stories you said you were so tired of hearing, my mistake. You, your countless confessions you told me later not to believe, always crying. Us, our lives frayed before each other did not seem to matter, until now. Us, unmasking our differences day by day with the end seeping into sight.

Night Talk

She said, "Tonight let's talk of things untrue." He said, “ Like black is white and night is day and up is down and in is out?” She said, "Yeah, things like that. Those things we know false for sure. Things like...well, You could say, 'I really love you.' And I could say, 'Yes, I know you do.'"


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David James lives in Atlanta, Georgia. These were the first stories he submitted for publication.