Imperfect Meetings (Flash Fiction)

The moments are rare, but he tries. With effort and heart and dire determination, he pushes beyond five dollars mailed inside of birthday cards, beyond a quick video chat to shout out, "Hi!". He arrives for a designated weekend, a rare appearance after missing many for reasons he can never understand or describe. He shows, … Continue reading Imperfect Meetings (Flash Fiction)


Six Years (Flash Fiction)

"Happy Anniversary," she says in a dull tone, as if announcing the time or the weather or any other mundane piece of information. He breaks away from his book, the first time in a solid hour, and looks at her. Watching her settle a small plate of cupcakes in front of him, he waits, choosing … Continue reading Six Years (Flash Fiction)

Captain Muscleman (Flash Fiction)

The last of them shuffles in, their three-piece suits disheveled, their movements hurried and anxious. Wooden chair legs bark against the floor as they fill in the missing spaces around an old billiards table. A single light hangs above the green felt, illuminating gold rings and expensive watches. Tired eyes look across to each other. … Continue reading Captain Muscleman (Flash Fiction)

Doorsteps (Flash Fiction)

She sighs and takes another long drink from her Seagram's and seven. Ice clinks in the glass as she presses it to her lips and swallows and swallows and swallows. It's another mix almost gone in one simple session, and they both pretend not to notice. "Tonight?" she asks. "Really?" He doesn't look up. His … Continue reading Doorsteps (Flash Fiction)

Rescinding (Flash Fiction)

Death. But not the fearful kind. Not the kind that Hollywood instills in young minds, the kind where the doomed soul goes screaming down the hallway, clawing and scratching, fingernails rolling back against the hardwood floor in terrified strain. Not the kind where the screen fills with crimson and black and horrible dread comes crushing … Continue reading Rescinding (Flash Fiction)

Suspended (Flash Fiction)

She passes through automatic doors, exchanging dated linoleum for dingy concrete, and steps into the sun. She squints, glares, recognizes the pain flashing her eyes, but disregards it. The pain is a nuisance, a mild form of what he is already experiencing. Somewhere, knives are cutting. Machines monitor heart rate and blood pressure. Fluorescent lights … Continue reading Suspended (Flash Fiction)

The Old Lady Next Door (Writing Prompt)

I finally stumbled on a Writing Prompt that clicked for me (after weeks of casually searching).  Hope you enjoy it. From Reddit:   I still remember the first night I ever really saw her, the night I call the beginning of her oddities. I was in the kitchen grabbing another beer and it was … Continue reading The Old Lady Next Door (Writing Prompt)