Flash Fiction

The Thinker

This picture is influenced by Rodin’s sculpture, “The Thinker.” The figure in this oil-pastel picture, though, is much less defined, less realistic. Also, unlik...

Flash Fiction

Nowhere Good, Nowhere Fast The Dunns had placed a camera high up in their maple tree. It faced the Merrick’s yard. “But it doesn’t quite face it,” Mr. Merri...

Phase

Abby’s going through a phase. At bedtime we have to tuck her in and kiss her forehead three times and say “Goodnight goodnight goodnight,” and then “Sleep tight...

Shotgun

The silver of your 1995 BMW melted down the streets sliding off the corner curbs. Seeing your desires illuminated against the street signs, I got in. Your hands...

Hexed

He inhaled flies. They glided off the sap in the floorboards, the ground meat seeping out of its plastic, his stacks of soiled overalls. Outside children sniffe...

Moon Work

It’s the Dark Moon. I’ve been wandering these woods for hours, passing trees, each peak and valley in the bark a fingerprint, yet I circle them. Lost. Who did I...

Rock Wall

On a trail near Wolf Creek, a shirtless jogger passed our group at 12,000 feet. A tattoo of Idaho was emblazoned on his right shoulder. Sweat trickled down his ...