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

Live Show

The Fates, sisters, weavers, sat in the stiff theatre chairs they had complained about for decades. They were the sort who took comfort in stiff and creaking joints. The morning show was a doubleheader.   Two lovers who found each other late in life. The one

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

Snapshots

It was hard for her to remember what it had looked like before the quake. Before the earth shook them around like a snow globe, and drywall crumbled, and waters rose and swelled over banks to flood streets, pushing cars and walls and people along

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

Sky, land and water

Once, there was sky and land and water and nothing more. It was good. But sometimes good can be better. A seed was thrown to the wind. It was carried through sky, across land and fell to the water. It was pushed ashore by waves,

Postcard-sized flash fiction about love, a trusty car and everything in between. And it all starts with an image...

Forever, Until it Isn’t

The day smelled of cut flowers and suntan lotion. The finned ’85 Chevy cut a fine line down the gravel road. Cans of Bud Light bounced off the ground and took flight once we got to the main road.

Graffiti of Time

Coffee Talk With Time

I've been thinking a lot about age lately. Could be that the infamous five-oh has been staring me in the face since February. That's when Time showed up. My birthday wasn't until August but she would flare her red skirt in the shadows of my home,

Politicians and Zombies

It’s not just about having cases of water or tins of beans; it’s a mindset, a mindset that could save your bacon, said the man who could have been a preacher in a previous life. The blue vein in his temple pulsed as he talked,

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