Category Archives: Flash Fiction

An old man I didn’t know walked past me in the direction of the church on my sister’s wedding day. He had a cloud of white hair and wore plaid and smoked a long carved wooden pipe and my first … Continue reading →

1.  What did Jason want? Jason wanted to, as he put it, scratch the surface of the universe in some way, and he wasn’t sure quite how, but the plan he had would be something new, a change, even if … Continue reading →

You scour the edge of the mall parking lot and come across a ‘95 Dodge Caravan, the blue of rivers at a mini-golf course. With no one near, you unscrew the broken gas cap, thinking of Cheeks, whose “Fuck this, … Continue reading →

Her doctor was keeping the blood results from her. The printouts were passed from stained lab coat to stained lab coat, the circle of sawbones only breaking from their laughter to take deep hits from the nitrous tank. “Please help … Continue reading →

Two men, one fat and one tall, standing on her porch. The fat one holding a chicken. (Ask her if the chicken was dead or alive.) The fat man, her new neighbor who never wears a shirt, she’s sure he’s … Continue reading →