1st place in the TSS Flash 400 Competition
Gail needs me. In the kitchen, on the calendar, is a reminder: Car. Garage. 9am. She’ll want me to take the car in...
2nd place in the TSS Flash 400 International Flash Fiction Competition (summer)
On a sun-warmed hill, above pastel apartments with towels draped from window ...
3rd Place in the TSS Flash 400 international Flash Fiction Competition
The bridge is up at border patrol. Blank Girl sifts through the rubble knoll of her be...
Michelle says –He’s the one.
She sashays over to this guy, I don’t know how she does it, that hipsway, that femme thing that would disgust her in another fem...
Although the TV station gives the latitude and longitude daily, no one wants to know, except for the weatherman, who takes all of the burden alone. Each time he...
A grey pigeon lands outside my kitchen window on the thin ledge and points its bottom at me, its tail feathers scratching the glass. It does that jerk...
