Two Hooligans Dueling With Their Respective Finger Guns
Eventually the two put their finger guns away as if it had been a draw as each one backed away to different sides of the room.
Flash Fiction
A Sort of Homecoming
I say my goodbyes to my parents and my sister. I expect you to pat my back, but instead you pull me into a hug and I breath in the aftershave you have recently started using. I want this moment to be the start of a love story.
Work
I walked into Mr. Pfloe’s office and sat in the chair facing his desk. I could feel his eyes on me as I smoothed my skirt over my legs.
Small School
CW: Drug Use
Hide
I wish I could tell him of the benefits of birding.
The Collector
I loaded the tape into the VCR. It didn’t need to be rewound.
Screenshot
CW: Homophobia