From Dogzplot, an online flash fiction literary journal, July 2011 issue. Stoessinger’s work has also been published in Corium, Filling Station and Contemporary Verse 2.
There was that one night when me and Sonny went down to the lake and dug ourselves down into that great big sandbar that had come up a ways off shore. The water was so shallow and warm and we waited there real quiet and still for what musta been hours until the minnows finally swam up and nibbled on the tips of our bodies. I liked how they tickled me; it felt magic and electric like little pin pricks all over. Sonny, he said the minnows wouldn’t touch him, that they were scared of him just like everyone else. But I checked. Those minnows were there trying to feed on his pieces too. I told him they were there, hundreds of them, but Sonny said he couldn’t feel a thing.