At the time I was thirty-seven, divorced, and telling people I didn’t want children. I knew that line by heart. The possum started as an accessory. Black dresse...
Guy announced his engagement at a Shell station while pouring Monster into a Big Gulp. He wore a ring pop. He stood in the pickup bed in a ripped windbreaker an...
Michael Anthony Ranfone was born up north, raised in Florida, and writes now from South Carolina. His work appears or is forthcoming in Pithead Chapel, Maudlin House, Bending Genres, BULL, The Molotov Cocktail, Flash Fiction Magazine and elsewhere.