“It was raining the day I buried my step-father, Eddie. I owned nothing in black, so I had to wear my work uniform: a crop top with the words ‘Slop Shop’ across the front in bright pink letters. By the end of the service I looked like the runner-up in one of our ‘Sloppy Sunday’ wet t-shirt contests.”
Last month I had a new piece of flash fiction published by the excellent Pulp Metal Magazine: Black Sheets of Rain. Big thanks to editor Jason Michel for running the story.
This one isn’t pure wrestling noir, but it is part of the Testament story cycle, and fits in alongside the other material.