Madmartigan in the Mercedes
He was like a man but not quite. He was a fictional character that vanished from my view when I pressed “stop” or “eject.” In this way, he was better than a man.
Flash Nonfiction
If Only for a Moment
I found myself somewhere between pleasure and fear. Surely that unflinching stare was searching for the very essence of my soul.
Sacked
It’s so easy to have this idea of yourself and then not really live up to it.
Not That Story
Trouble was, there was a lot of trouble. Questions I didn’t understand, even though I worked there. A month or so before, I’d run into a group of art-school people sitting together around the curve of a bar, nice people, friendly.
No One Wants a Girl with a Feeding Tube
CW: Hospital Imagery
Keep Quiet
CW: Alcohol Abuse
Hold Your Breath
If camping seaside & reading poetry & smoking comically large cigarettes is going Le Fou count me gone