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...

Wishmaker

I sucked out the last of the slush from the bottom of my Freezie as I faced the genie. I couldn’t find his lamp, so I rubbed the gritty block wall just over his eyes—rubbing until my hands turned raw. I didn’t trust him, not...

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...

Stray Animal

me: Did you feed him?   him: I didn’t. You told me never to do that, so I didn’t.   me: How did he get here?   him: I don’t know. Maybe he followed me home last night.   me: He’s old and rusty and his hind end sags. He needs a doctor....

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

The Lazarus Syndrome

“You’ve had a most unusual experience, would you tell us about it?” asks the talk show host.   “I heard about the Pearly Gates all my life. I had certain expectations, perhaps like most of you,” I look out at the studio audience, not for dramatic effect...

Level 5

Level 5

I was parked on the 3rd level but I kept climbing, breathing my way to the 5th. The door was a grimier version of what I remember. You’re parking spot is taken by a Range Rover. Black. Spotless.   Somehow, I think you’d hate that it wasn’t...

cafe

Sockless and Happy

I’m writing your name on a bar napkin, the edges sopping from beer glass sweat. I missed work three days in a row––keep calling in sick but I’m not sure what’s wrong. Maybe gravity just stopped holding me down.   This morning I passed the coffee shop,...

metal shed

One Way to Nowhere

Mrs. Marcy, the neighbor from upstairs, said she saw you the other night, shivering behind the Greyhound Bus Station. I went to look for myself. There was an old man warming his hands over a burning garbage can. I asked if he’d seen a brown...

Postcard

Treasure Hunt

I think I came here once before. There was two or maybe five of us following lipstick clues written on recipe cards. I’d found one duck taped to the bottom of the bench, the lipstick smeared and ripped off along with the tape.   We laughed, tossed...

House on wheels

Just think, you can pull it behind. Oh, you don't have a vehicle. You have a bike. A motor bike? Oh. BMX. OK. Well, it does have a sturdy shell and the blinds mostly work. There's even room for entertaining. You don't entertain? Well then...

lone shopping cart

Survival

They left it there. As if it hadn't held all they owned––the scrounged up, the stolen and the bartered. There was a time when it was full, heaped with what they thought of as survival gear. The first day out, on the road outside the...