flash fiction

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...

#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...