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Blundstones at Medieval Times

In this flash fiction sighting, a mandatory night of fake chivalry and workplace morale sends a woman into the Medieval Times parking lot, where Boots Girl says exactly what the evening deserves and turns a paper crown into something much more honest.

“She seemed Built from parts of L.A. you only ever saw at 3AM: cigarette burns, sodium lamps, motel pools reflecting nothing but static.”

— Neon Déjà Vu

“L.A.’s basically’s held together by duct tape and earthquakes.”

— Under Her Frayed Hem

“The Taco Truck on Santa Monica Boulevard was a living thing.”

— Under Her Frayed Hem

“West Hollywood at noon felt like standing under a blowtorch: the kind of heat that makes the air hum, where the palm trees look plastic and the asphalt ripples like its trying to swallow itself whole.”

— Siete Cerillos Apagados

Blundstones at Medieval Times

Writing The California Fever Dream

“She seemed Built from parts of L.A. you only ever saw at 3AM: cigarette burns, sodium lamps, motel pools reflecting nothing but static.”

“L.A.’s basically’s held together by duct tape and earthquakes.”

“The Taco Truck on Santa Monica Boulevard was a living thing.”

“West Hollywood at noon felt like standing under a blowtorch: the kind of heat that makes the air hum, where the palm trees look plastic and the asphalt ripples like its trying to swallow itself whole.”

a love letter with a lit match tucked inside ♡

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