The Deflated Generation

by Christopher S. Bell

I could start a support group for people with these thoughts, people with these fears of their neighbors, and these imprints we all left behind on our lawns and sidewalks. I've been trying to notice things blooming the last few days, but have only found the sight of white pedals floating by in the air distracting. The sun's been getting hotter, while we've all inherited a splotch on our chromosomes. No one has the strength to look for each other anymore. It's a consensus that eventually all moles will creep out of their holes, because they like smiling before getting whacked in the head with a hammer. I'm going to be dead soon, and it's such a shame that so many of my friends are waiting for me to catch up to them.

217 pages, Paperback

First published May 1, 2009