Flash Fiction

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little z

last night I dreamed about your fingers on my flesh my body too small to take your words anymore, I am not your handpuppet, mister last nig...

Drive Through

He wanders up to fast food windows hoping someone will hear his confession. A seagull flaps over his head and he rises in bed almost hitting...

ghosting

there are a few men who i know only in the biblical sense. they have never taken me to coffee, and i have never met their mothers over th...