flash fiction

Target

Jeremiah is buying a last-minute birthday gift for his daughter Opal. The name has always seemed hippyish to him, something that his white wife Gina must’ve rea...

Biking with Kaiju

I release my bike from the darkness of the shed and climb onto the cool seat, soaking in the new spring sun for a moment before I start pedaling. My skin is ele...

Pearls

A black tile T stretches across the floor of the hotel pool. Last time I saw tiles like that I was six and convinced they were hammerhead sharks. But then I had...

Soft Cheese

A girl and a woman approach each other on the street going the opposite direction. The girl is 15, maybe 16. The woman is three times her age, maybe more. ...

Clover

The birds and the bees come and go. They graze on my leaves. They flutter against my stalk, buzzing or chirping their contentment. They always pause at my flowe...

The Mouse and the Walnut Shell

Jenna pulls a pink plastic-wrapped wand out of her purse and sets it down on that container where you’re supposed to dispose of pads and tampons—that steel box ...

Amongst These Animals

When he presses her up against the cool ceramic sink, her arms plunge into the water. He lifts up her patchwork pinafore, the one that ties oh-so-loosely at th...