[ Flash Fiction ]
The children found it by the brackish crick, washed up where fiddler-crabs burrowed on the mudflats. It looked …
Man hurtles himself headfirst at his 15th-floor window, all the unwavering self-hate Man can muster.Window doesn’t shatter, doesn’t shudder, doesn’t waver.Window is no Hollywood pussy break-away glass window.Man is no …
It was all a dream.I’m actually a cat.You have a split personality that’s way cooler and more assertive than you and gets all the ladies.The doctor was the injured boy’s …
I like to walk fast and imagine minutes falling away on the other side of whatever journey is unfolding. …
Candy wrappers slathered onto wooden tables and chip bags’ potent smells wafted through the air and around the …
My dad’s brows knitted in displeasure. As our guest, he curbed his temper, choosing instead to embark on …