Lonely Without Friends
The father stares down ten-year-old Darien. The boy rises and walks to the corner to wait for the light, then steps into the street and picks up the bottle. He brings the bottle back to his father.
Flash Fiction
Balaclava
He ignored his customers’ penetrating glares and sly whispers and began stacking cage eggs.
Exorcise Regime
We collect symbols and consume symbols and sometimes are consumed by symbols.
When the woman you have a crush on asks you to host a séance, you say yes
You’re not sure if you’re sleepy or uncomfortable, if your heart is stopping every few seconds by your hand or hers, there is something rotten about being mortal and even this crush-love—
A Guide to Living and Dying on the Digital Frontier
“Remind me again why you’re writing a burn piece about yourself.”
Leaking
At night I can feel my dreams crawl out and inject themselves into your side, I can feel the veins of the pillows pulsing through to each other.
Best in Show, Reserve Champion
This is not Apple Strudel’s first showing. She’s been shown from the Milky Way to the Pisco Nebula.