Blood
The dog knows to curl up behind a chair or slip under the bed. But the man and the bag fill the space between the dog and chair.
Flash Fiction
Hungry Ghosts
This year a group of teenagers has joined in the occasion, a mix of locals and foreigners. They parade amongst the younger children wearing lurid rubber masks: lolling tongues and murderous grins.
Sunset Point
She climbed onto the back of one, shouting something about becoming a “spring break legend.”
Sweet Paradise
I’ve never felt so emotionally close to an ice-cream. This remarkable feat from a loaded cone demanded my respect. Reaching out, my finger touched the melting solution that had crossed its great divide.
Eye See You
When the mailman came pedaling by on his 3-wheel cargo bike, Wilhelmina poked her head out of the dormer window, and in her cheeriest sing-song voice issued a hellooo-oo. When he looked up, she gave the queen’s wave.
Paper, Plastic, and Glue
Her parents discussed it. Cried. Discussed it again. Her mother said she’d like to read Jennifer at least once.
When Peanut Butter is On the Line: A Study of Genetically Mutated Hamsters, Territoriality, and Bloodshed
Inspired by research conducted by the Georgia State University Neuroscience Institute