‘Trouble at its finest,’ Madame Selene, the proprietess smiled as she admired us as she sat on a chair with one of her young whores fanning her in front of her brothel ship-bar. ‘Well walk the plank and come in!’… Read More ›
Elle Peyarre’s Short Stories (fiction)
The Man with Green Eyes
My sister was having one of her backyard bonfires at night. We were listening to Native American chanting and drums. My teenage nephew was wearing a cap with faux antlers sticking out. I decided to take pictures from my phone…. Read More ›
Fool’s Gold – Part 5
We quietly rode back to the bay area which had more ships docked with white sails. The town had grown since I had last left it. As we rode our horses through the muddy dirt streets of crowded San Francisco,… Read More ›
Fool’s Gold – Part 4
We rode our horses in silence. The dead Spaniard in our thoughts. Then I asked a question, ‘All these years and you were in Yerba Buena and our paths didn’t cross?’ ‘Maybe I did know you were there but just… Read More ›
Fool’s Gold – Part 3
We kept moving and a set up camp near a flowing river. After building a fire to warm myself, I went ahead and slept. In the morning, I jumped into the river, gasping and shivering and cussing at how cold… Read More ›
Fool’s Gold – Part 2
The whole night the inn burnt and I walked back to Chinatown and the old lady let me sleep in her stuffy opium den filled with other people, other races, dazed and lost in the high. I woke up in… Read More ›
Fool’s Gold – Part 1
1849 was only two years ago and the ships have flooded Yerba Buena cove. Whispers were going around that they were going to call that place San Francisco. I am across that damn bay drinking in a haphazard wooden shack… Read More ›
