Coyote at the Drive-In
Coyote is now playing at the drive-in, in the white night air's apparent absence of stars. She's the uncredited femme fatale. (No nude scenes are gratuitous for a trickster with her wits always about her.) At the climax of the scene she's making, she tells the hero of this western slasher black comedy it would be better if they saw other people.
Coyote turns into the dark desert (disappearing). Lean and adaptable she ambles, emphatically un-American, though she does a mean imitation.
Shannon Anthony's short fiction has appeared in elimae, The Hiss Quarterly, Menda City Review, MicroHorror and Tuesday Shorts. She is a submissions editor for the pulp fiction podcast Well Told Tales. She lives in and loves to photograph Minneapolis, and her favorite photos are posted to flickr, where she goes by the name "small tales."