Flawless property under peach melba sun, bodies oiled in the perfume of money as armloads of debutante hair spill rosy across daybeds. Flower gardens exuberant as a carnival of drunks kissing sloppy into traffic. Crystalline pool cutting its own horizon. Grass shorn into stiff obedience until our weight is finally bearable. All leading to the front desk and its golden bell, clapboards and brass claiming Southern charm still lives amongst the long rows of misery planted years before: 3,000 men, women and children branded property, and the owner who proclaimed himself their king, still celebrated, the prized suite bearing his name, where couples pay for the privilege to drink Champagne in a copper bathtub, rise up and into cotton sheets, bang the headboard against the wall like a gavel at auction
Christopher Locke’s flash has appeared in such magazines as SmokeLong Quarterly, Jellyfish Review, Barrelhouse, Flash Fiction Magazine, New Flash Fiction Review, JMWW, (mac)ro(mic), Maudlin House, Flash Boulevard, and elsewhere. He won the Black River Chapbook Award for his collection of speculative short stories 25 Trumbulls Road. His new book of poems, Music for Ghosts, (NYQ Books) and a memoir-in-essays, Without Saints, (Black Lawrence Press) were both released in 2022. Chris lives in the Adirondacks where he teaches English at North Country Community College and SUNY Plattsburgh.