New Published Microfiction: The Finger

THE FINGER When I met Jenny, she worked as a waitress at the diner where I often ate after my shift. The day I fell in love with her, she gave me the middle finger—the whole middle finger, with the telltale writer’s callus and both knuckles. It floated alongside chunks of chicken in the creamy…

New Published Flash: Curriculum Cupidinis

CURRICULUM CUPIDINIS Nina was terrified by the force with which the thoughts of this man pushed everything else out of her mind. She had just met Max at a friend’s friend’s party, and did not understand why she wanted to pounce and fuck him on the spot. Max was not really her type. He was…

New Published Flash: Cyclopes

CYCLOPES Willy the Washer and Dick the Dryer, front-loading judgmental assholes, came with the apartment. For appliances that are supposed to save energy, they sure waste a lot of mine. The two Cyclopes, each with its own gigantic eye made from sturdy clear plastic, stand side by side in the bathroom and face the toilet….

New Published Microfiction: Little Swimmer

LITTLE SWIMMER “Sweetie, what’s wrong? Why are you upset?” “Gillian said today that I’d never be a good swimmer.” “What? That’s nonsense. You’re just a bit younger than her; your feet still need to grow. I bet, by this time next year, you’ll swim faster than her.” “You really think so?” “Of course, sweetheart. Don’t…

Two New Published Micros: Ghosts and Marriage

GHOSTS I pick up a brush or place hands on the keys; the ghosts come out to share. They’re bored, they’re lonely, with stories to tell. They fib, omit, exaggerate. They dream, they yearn, imaginate. My hands are possessed. Others say I make art. My beloved ghosts and I know better. Originally published by 50-Word…

New Published Flash: Illuminated

This story originally appeared in Storyland, November 10, 2017. ILLUMINATED Derek loosened his lucky tie with black and purple stripes, leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and exhaled. The soft orange rays of the setting sun grazed the city rooftops and illuminated Derek’s face. “Congratulations on your big win in court today, Mr….

New Published Microfiction: The Line

THE LINE I am that woman behind whom you hate being stuck in the checkout line at the grocery store. My cart overflows, filled with produce and meat, bread and milk, snacks and drinks. You ask if we’re having a party. I smile. No, there is no party, but three boys will eat all this…

New Published Flash: Daffodils

DAFFODILS Narcissa sat on the grass by the river, propped up on her arms, her legs outstretched. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the warm sunset. Daffodils grew all along the riverbank. Most were white or yellow, but there were patches where all the flowers were colored like chestnut or wheat, which Narcissa had never…

New Microfiction: A Man’s Reach

This one isn’t really a story—it’s more of a joke, inspired by real-life events. While I toyed with the idea of submitting it for publication, ultimately I decided not to. I find it amusing nonetheless, so here it is, in all its sorta-microfiction glory. A MAN’S REACH “I cannot believe I just lost two hours…

New Published Microfiction: Wayward Willie

WAYWARD WILLIE Wayward Willie was warned—woods were worrisome. “Whatever.” Wayward Willie walks woodward, whistling. *** Wilderness. Werewolf wanders, weary. Werewolf whiffs, wonders. “Whistling wimp, walking woodward? Wonderful!” *** Werewolf whiffs. Werewolf waits. Werewolf wallops wayward Willie. Willie whimpers. *** Werewolf Willie wakes. Werewolf Willie whiffs. *** Wilderness. Werewolf wanders, weary. Werewolf Willie wanders, whistling, wayward….

New Published Microfiction: Hair

HAIR Sometimes I cut my own hair. I comb each long, wheat-colored strand; I hold it flat between two fingers, look my mirror image in the eye, and cut. But I always cut too much, by an inch—or five—more than I should. I watch the dead locks fall, without sheen, and curled, like in pain,…

New Published Flash: No More Cat Pics

NO MORE CAT PICS  After a grueling day of social media, watching YouTube, and flirting with Ginger from Human Resources, you picked up a Big Mac meal at the drive-through and devoured it in the car, then went home and jerked off on the sofa to an online Ginger lookalike. A beautiful orange tabby jumped…