flash fiction

Hungering

I'm ravenous. It’s like this every year; I’m always so hungry toward the dark end of the season. The flaps of the tent flutter open to admit us, and I lift my ...

Shh, Bairn

Bairn screams. He is a fat, dark plum, wet and shiny. Two small pokey pegs stick out of his slimy pink gums. His eyes are tight thin slits. I pull Sucky Ted ou...

Passing Muster

A plus of glamping with my ex-husband Harry is that his wife Melissa is always prepared. No cans of beans for us: Melissa has filled a cooler with kale salad a...

Laugh Track

I read an article about the mind’s eye. It’s not something I’d ever thought much about, but apparently, if a researcher says, “Picture…” (“your breakfast table...

Wrapping Around the World Twice

“If you ran your veins end to end, they’d wrap around the world twice,” Mr. Rogers declared with relish, while girls planted chewing gum in Beth’s hair. Her...

Hive Mind

The mothers are coated in a light layer of fuzz, but only the children have ever noticed. As babies, it was a velvet comfort, hazy and unremembered—a soft plac...

More Than a Lion

Christmas morning, during my sister’s visit, we came out to find a lion in the living room. “We did this,” Indu said. “We wanted it that much.” She grinn...

Magpie

You read in an article that you can’t blame an addict for the things they do, because their brain is sending them constant signals that if they don’t use, they...