flash fiction

A Quiet Like This

I look out and find a quiet has fallen during the night. I stand on my doorstep taking it in. I don’t move. There’s so little of it, no more than a dusting ove...

Mams Being Mams

The worst part about the whole debacle was having to endure the barrage of well-meaning enquiry from friends and family in the aftermath. The earnest concern, ...

And Even Still the Conch

1 Still there, on the lip of the bathtub, quiet.   2 They said we shouldn’t eat fish—none of us, anymore, as a species, because it was so full of pla...

Little Ghost

When we have our daughter, I expect her to be real. I expect her to weigh something, to hold her in my hand. The childbirth pains are so intense I think I mu...

One Milky Window

Winter nights, when Delhi is shrouded in dense fog. The other side of the bed is neat, uncomplicated. Your message on my phone: My flight is delayed. I walk ...

Driving While Dead

My children are flames. Oxygen they can get any number of ways but the most efficient is if I blow on them. My job is important—at least until they build walls ...

I’m Not Hungry But I Could Eat

I’m finishing up falafel I picked up after work when I get Valeria’s text. She’s going through it and asks if I’m free to catch up at the diner we both like. It...

The Levitation

It was a boring party, all of us standing around sipping wine and eating meat wrapped in puff pastry or pickled vegetables on toothpicks, all of us with nothing...

Flight of the Garage Men

Raymond was out in the garage, as usual. He was building something. Sawing, drilling, hammering. Just what my headache needed. When I went out to the kitchen...