Flash Nonfiction

1001 New Jersey Nights

Can you be nostalgic for a time you weren’t alive?

Indianapolis Nights

I am home.

i dot my eyes with stars

at home the phone rings but never for me.

Hospital Beds

I teach my son to dance

Distraction

I felt a crinkle in my jacket pocket, pulled out a parking garage receipt from November.

To the Wendy’s Cashier Whose Husband Is Dying

CW: Death / Illness

How to Get Rid of Bedbugs: Stages of Grief

Seal any small hiding areas. Use silicon caulk to seal cracks and crevices.