Matt

They called him Freddy Krueger, which, was not only mean but unoriginal. On the playground, the girls would creep up to him then go running off screaming at the top of their lungs. The boys would see him in the hallways, nudge each other, lean in close, staring at him like he was fine print.... Continue Reading →

Strong Like Kong

At the beginning of summer vacation, my dad came home from work wearing a gorilla mask. It was a gag, some silly advertising promotion from the office, but I loved it. When I put it on everything changed. I wore the mask around the house at first, getting our Buck, our husky mix all wound... Continue Reading →

In a Flash

Ricky was through with it, through with it all. He’d been railroaded in the courtroom. Couldn’t see his kids. Denise refused his calls. Now she wanted more money. Well, he’d show her. He knew she was up at the lake for the weekend, getting the most out of that two hundred a week he was... Continue Reading →

Heard

Maybe it was the light speed thoughts inside his head. His brother’s death. The fact that he had a father, out there roaming the earth—could be—laughing, crying, functioning as a human being. Making zero effort to reach him. Maybe it was just boredom that drove Jayden up to the roof. No stars. A cover of... Continue Reading →

Normandy

*This story was first published in The Congress of Rough Writers Flash Fiction Anthology Vol. I   My room was busy today. My son Tate with his kids, his oldest with a kid of her own. Waves of names crashed down on me. Noise and commotion, voices talking over top of each other. I could... Continue Reading →

Sweeney’s

Lia and I shuffled past the three faded race car rides and the pay phone out front of Sweeney's Grocer. I’d never known them to work--the cars or the phone--but I used to always have to sit in the cars and pretend when I was little. Sweeney’s had been around since my grandparents’ time. With vomit... Continue Reading →

Out On A Limb

The world is so full of life. It’s in the sky, underground, in the water and in our minds. It’s the crayfish in the creek, the morning sun caught in a silvery web, a gnat getting caught in my eye, his persistent buzzing in my ear. It's the red whelps down my legs. It’s a... Continue Reading →

Three Fishes

I arrived at the Sunshine Market #2 around seven. The morning was golden, the broken glass glinting, weeds glistening, even the trash scraping across the street had a rhythm to it. Near the back, near the alley, Marvin Jenkins sat hunched on milk crate, working on his breakfast. “Morning, Jesus,” he said between chews, some... Continue Reading →

My grandpa is a robot.

I know it sounds crazy. And I can’t be completely sure. Like, I don’t know if my grandpa has always been a robot or if he was snatched up by an army of them and programmed with computer chips. But trust me, something’s going on with that guy. He and Grandma came to visit last... Continue Reading →

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