Postcard-sized flash fiction about the things we think we know about others, life, death, and everything in between. And it all starts with an image...

Morning Skies

I wore pajamas and flipflops while drinking coffee from my Snoopy cup—never did pay much attention to what I looked like. A woman, hair bottle-bronzed, sat next to me on the bus stop bench. She had a sensible look, white tennis shoes with an A-line...

Hanging laundry outside a Portugal apartment.

Down the Cobblestone Road

People often asked where I get the inspiration for my stories. For those of you who know me personally, you might know that my inspiration comes from the photographs I take. Party of my creative process is making time to explore with my camera, looking...

Postcard-sized flash fiction about the things we think we know about survival, death, and everything in between. And it all starts with an image...

Survive

You hear voices. Whispered, slithering words that climb over each other as they crawl across dirt and dead grass to get to you.   You can’t remember the last time you heard a human voice, but you know these aren’t human. These are the sounds of the...

Postcard-sized flash fiction about the things we think we know, old doors and life and everything in between. And it all starts with an image...

Chained

The chains rattled and clanged as they wrapped his arms and locked him down. They had left him there wearing the same peeled paint and weathered wood suit he always wore.   He hung his lattice in shame.   He never did know his crime, even to this day. ...

Postcard-sized flash fiction about the things we think we know, ghosts and fools and everything in between. And it all starts with an image...

The Fool

I told the fool not to look at me straight on. Keep to the mirrors, to puddles, chrome bumpers or windows––I don’t want to see the red-veined whites of your eyes, I told the fool.   But like all fools, he wasn’t the listening kind.   It was the...