Play the Game If You Don’t Know the Rules
by David Centorbi
shots, it was easy to fall
remark worth it?”
had to think for
a bit. “Well, I guess as a way of testing God’s
got up off the
floor. I stood there at the bottom
the stairs for
a bit trying
happened. It felt like my ankle was twisted,
I shook it
off, and as I carefully
my foot down
on the bottom step, I heard a click.
looked up the
had my Glock
it at me, a blunt
newly painted red lips.
had on a black
tank top and the purple
bought her for Christmas.
ya wanna play
Burroughs?” she asked.
to be tough
I replied, “Sure, but you gotta get the glass.”
I didn't see
she already had
it to me. Then pointed the gun.
dove to the
right behind the wall.
opened fire. I
heard the glass
I did that
wrong. You were supposed to put it on your head,
and then I was supposed to kill ya.”
the wall, wanting
say a whole lot
of things you shouldn’t
who’s holding a gun.
you there?” she asked.
I went with cliche. “Listen, God damn it, I’m
anything, so I peered
Glock-smoke, at the top of the stairs,
“Un-Huh. Now, get your broke,
ass up here,
and let’s fuck.”
David Calogero Centorbi
writer that in the 90s earned an MFA in Creative Writing from the University of
Arizona. Now, he is writing and working in Detroit, MI.
Published work in Anti-Heroin
Chic, The Daily Drunk, Drunk Monkeys, Horror Sleaze
Trash, Schuylkill Valley Journal-Dispatches, and Tiny
Molecules. He is also a regular monthly contributor at Versification.
He can be found here on
Marie Rhiel is the
Assistant Art Director for Yellow Mama Webzine. She was born and raised in Bronx, New
York, presently living in New Jersey. She reconnected with her passion for art in 2016
and has had her work exhibited in art galleries around northern New Jersey ever since.
She is a commissioned painting artist, who also enjoys photography. Her work has also appeared
in Black Petals and Megazine Official.