flash fiction

Oats

Oats   The age-progressed photo doesn’t show whether acne will bloom across your cheeks, if your eyebrows will bridge themselves; you are only worth find...

Genesis

Genesis   In the beginning there were Piña coladas and double whiskies, a chance encounter at a bar. I was lonely, overworked, searching. He was funny, e...

Fata Morgana

Fata Morgana   The outcrop of trees across the valley was a catalog of poses and I—sometimes bending to scoop, sometimes standing to breathe—noticed it l...