flash fiction

#AD-terlife

Becky and I got into a fight. Then I died. At least I think I’m dead. A minute or so ago, a sedan swerved onto the sidewalk, smashing into my hip. I heard a squ...

Covenant

We’re charting a new theology, Pat and I. We’re working out a pantheon of small objects. Household gods, strewn across our counters. Divinity in banality: this ...

Octopus Joy

I awake at 2 am, with this recurrent, crushing feeling of emptiness and longing, which is not sated after I roll over to spoon Sadie on the bed. I realize it...

Neon

We had drunk too much. We stood propped by glass cubes, mocking a clear-paned window. Like us, its clarity is mottled, a once translucency muddling with ribbons...

WHIP IT

Niall was in high school, older than us and he wore glasses that were octagonal and shaded so that you could just barely make out his eyes. His sister was young...

Tour Jets

Tickets were expensive. $50,000 for a seat on the jet that flew from Boston through a hologram of the World Trade Center in Manhattan. About half the passengers...