flash fiction

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My husband claims the thing that most “offends” him about my lover (“offends” is his word, versus something more predictable, like “upsets”) is that Adam’s fav...

To Be A Goddamned Mayfly

God scratches His head. “You’ll be a mayfly,” He says. He’s had a long day. Clearly. His robe is open so you can see His chest hair and He smells a little of b...

Matthew’s Ninth Birthday

There’s a whale near shore, the size of a Greyhound bus. She releases a breath, mist rising in the air. I ask a guy near me, who’s leaning on a metal det...

Goodness and Mercy

Tupelo. Tu-pe-lo. This city curls my tongue. Mississippi. Front of the mouth joy. Mis-sis-sip-pi. Hippie tippy lippy Mississippi. We married and lived in Tupel...

What Will Happen to the Fat Girl

You will pop the screen and sneak out your bedroom window. You will meet other kids at a bonfire out in the woods, smoke clove cigarettes and eat gummy candy. ...

Dinner Guest

Today, the rain pours so hard the graveyard floods, the ground gives way, and bleached bones and skulls make themselves known—bones from the years the town was...

19 Owls

In March, the owls started walking into our school. March, April, it was all we talked about. By May, they were all over town, Barn owls on the roof of e...

A Girl Attends a Pep Rally

On the walk home from the bus, she practices what she will say about her day. There was a pep rally this afternoon. Principal Wheezely Weasley gave a speech I ...