Sayonara Amerika, Sayonara Nippon

A Very Short Story

Posted in Fiction by bourdaghs on the October 26th, 2016
  • “The Day Gordon MacRae Died”

    Oh, what a beautiful morning. I’ve spilled coffee all down the front of my white shirt. It’s an enormous stain the shape of Oklahoma—tipped on its ass, panhandle up. And it’s time to step up to that microphone, expose my soiled garment, respond wittily to three unwitting panelists. Surrey, surrey with your fringe on top: get me out of here. Now.


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