Sledgehammer
Doubtful the landlord knows you’re taking down walls.
Flash Nonfiction
Smoke
When I was a kid, one of my special interests was Old Hollywood.
This was my parents’ fault for allowing me exposure to the genre.
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.
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