The Goshawks
You think I’m joking about the goshawks, but I am deadly serious.
Flash Fiction
Ad Astra
“How do you spend your days?” I ask, not sure if I want to hear the answer.
Suplex
Gran is very old and her bones are brittle, so her chest caves in. But she’s alive.
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Nisha is so aware that her life and everything in it is absurd.
YuleKing
...several pallets of long-burn firewood: her lifeblood, delivered faithfully to her doorstep atop a stinking mountain...
Waiting For The Dealer
Twenty years ago, I was a young boy who imagined himself to be a future rock star.
Evacuation
One could never be sure that the worst wouldn’t happen again.