Her cheeks were enough to give an atheist pause for thought. Could anything that wasn’t divine produce such things? Of course, Joe’s rational mind told him; of course the deliberate force of evolution could fashion the perfect roundness and softness of Victoria’s cheeks. But his heart was not convinced. His heart believed she’d come straightContinue reading “The Furthest Adventures of Joe & Skirl – Flash Fiction Friday”
Serge was a poet. Not the kind who wrote poetry, or wrote anything at all, but the kind who looked at the same world you and I do and saw something different. Where we saw trees and clouds and each other he saw oaken towers, silver linings, and all the things we pretend we’reContinue reading “Serge – Fictional Humans of New York (FHONY) #9”
“Oh, God,” Chris moaned, invoking a deity he didn’t believe in. He was distraught over his own stupidity. He’d done the thing that all fools do at some point: He hurt someone he loved. Chris didn’t like to think of himself as a fool but found the conclusion inescapable. He hadn’t often been a foolContinue reading “Chris – Fictional Humans of New York (FHONY) #8”
Dr. Olive thinks I should keep a journal. All her patients do it, she says. She calls us peers, though. Like, all my peers do it. That’s how she talks. Says she keeps one of her own too. Like a peer would, right? She assures me that it’s very therapeutic, and who am I toContinue reading “Sharon’s Journal – Flash Fiction Friday”
My short piece The Parable of the Matador and the Juggler was published this week in The Woven Tale Press (Volume II, Issue 6). You can follow the link to view this impressive magazine filled with writing, photography and artwork or you can check out the embedded version in the right sidebar of this blog.