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 →

Tiny Bleachers

The football field sits at the bottom of the hill, surrounded by one hundred-year-old trees scarred with the carvings of our predecessors. Peakland Episcopal is the kind of place you see in movies about private schools, where the dean has a fireplace in his office and they still hang paddles hanging proudly on the wall.... Continue Reading →

Fall Out

The week before exams and it was a million degrees outside. And since World Languages sat on the third floor of a school built during the Hoover administration, Spanish II class was roasting. Miserable as it was, the scorching heat had its perks. Like Mr. Bishop suggesting we take a field trip to study in... Continue Reading →

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