Flash Fiction

Each of us bridesmaids hated the others. We milled around the bride, pinning flowers in her hair. We pulled other flowers out to put ours in. The maid of honor was the bride’s sister, but she was the most useless … Continue reading →

Selena made it sound easy. All I had to do was place a pancake in my palm, high-five her, and repeat some sort of mantra. We were at IHOP, in a window booth, waiting for my food. “Then what?” I … Continue reading →

I. David and his grandfather walked through Blenheim Forest looking for May apples, the first sign of spring. His grandfather moved slowly, his bowed legs more wobbly than ever. When he was younger, David thought his body was fueled by … Continue reading →

At first everyone thought it was a joke that might have appealed to a Berliner with gallows humor or some latter-day Kafka, lacking the Gallic touch. Surrealism, after all, had been long defunct, and the antics of Pataphysics had always … Continue reading →

End of a young day in the bog A bee stung my lip, punishment for staring for hours into tomb-shaped holes full of black water, after being warned not to. Going home I lay on the leather seats and watched … Continue reading →

Each of us bridesmaids hated the others. We milled around the bride, pinning flowers in her hair. We pulled other flowers out to put ours in. The maid of honor was the bride’s sister, but she was the most useless … Continue reading →

The star appeared in the sky off Orion’s leg. Bright, insistent, plaintive—a few billion miles west of his knee. Newborn, you could almost hear it crying out. Rachel Anne lay on her back on the blue and white lounge chair … Continue reading →