Johnny America


The First Three Sen­tences of an Un­fin­ished Choose-Your-Own Ad­ven­ture Sto­ry Which Will In­volve Chi­nese Food, A Truck Ex­plod­ing, and a Brawl in Which Rocko Gets Hit on the Head with an Eggplant


Sylvie steps out of the bode­ga and in­to a trio of Puer­to Ri­can men grip­ping New­port 100s. They look up at her, a pale blonde in a blue raincoat.

“Gen­tle­men,” says Sylvie, her voice rais­ing with her eye­brow on the last syllable.

Filed under Fiction on August 20th, 2003

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