Flash Fiction

Lost in Place

I flop onto the couch, flip on the TV. Too early for RuPaul, so I click on a remake of Lost in Space, this one starring yours truly as The Robot, always waving ...

Night Pie

Both of us are still up. Why can’t we go to sleep? Who knows. But somebody made pie! Did you make the pie? Well, I didn’t make the pie. I guess it’s true what t...

Succession

We played hide-and-go-seek in each other’s homes: dinner parties, backyard barbecues, white elephant gift exchanges. We’d steal bits of towering deserts, macaro...

Your Home

Your mum makes me wade through the floorboards with a dustpan and brush like I’m paddling into the sea—she doesn’t even care that I’m asleep. No one in this hou...

Human Trash

In my second year of graduate school, there was a couple that would sometimes have sex in the printing workshop after midnight. The man had bought a foldable fu...