micro fiction

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...

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...

Refinery Lights

The refineries at night look like a sprawling space station repair base, flares aglow against a dark sky full of choked out stars, tanks full of liquids I can n...

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...

Sleep Disturbance

They say we’re primates, but you looked like a bear as you padded through the blue light of my neighbourhood, naked. Through a slat in the blinds, I saw your ha...

Custom / Conditional

The Rodeo Queen disappeared. This happened during the parade. She felt so wonderful, everyone in town watching, she deer-legged and waving from the back of a Fo...

Sapphires

You realize suddenly that you are made of sapphires. It is the middle of the night and the wind shuffles across the complex lawn and the fridge hums and the ...