Category: Fiction

To Talk To Jellyfish

When she was seven, Kaya said, “If I ever grow up and have my own bank account, the first thing I’m gonna buy is a Christmas tree and then Christmas tree ornaments.”

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Sound and Fury

“how can I cry for someone who doesn’t even know
what’s going on?”

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Things Unsaid

“11. you never smiled that widely when you were with me”

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I Still Feel Like I Am Dead

“I wonder if he dreams at all, at this point. I hope his dreams are nice.”

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175 Centimeters

“Click. Click. Click.”

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Teeth

“He said something, but I couldn’t hear what. His face started to blur. Warm face, I heard my thoughts say. Warm face.”

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Solstice Day

“Even the men, titillated by the brown bags of charcoal, pocketed their lighters and followed her instructions.”

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Dreamscape

“When she dreamt of something, she dreamt of ballet.”

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Fowl Swoop

Fiction; interrogation. Answers slid off the man’s tongue.

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Homecoming, Pinellas County, Florida

Fiction, and a little airport anxiety.

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Sunday Afternoon, April

There is a tiny man in her hair and he is screaming at me. “Hello there!” He is screaming. “Please remove me from this strand of hair!” He is screaming. “This is a terribly inconvenient place for me to be right now!” He is screaming.

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Welcome to WolfWorld

There’s only wolves and people left.

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