It is a great privilege to present to you my flash fiction piece They Asked Me Not to Tell, published in the third issue, Labyrinth, of the journal Lucky Jefferson.
They tell me I lost my mind. Somewhere between the moons of Argos and Hotep, buried away in the freight hold, crushed between two boxes of dried proteins, I apparently went mad. They tell me they’re relieved I’m feeling better now. That I was scaring them. I laughed a lot, so they say. I findContinue reading “Lost/Found”
When I put the first spoonful into my mouth, I started to cry. The sugar melted on my tongue and the sweet tartness of the juices made the roof of my mouth tingle. A teardrop reached the corner of my mouth; it was the sudden saltiness that first made me realize what I was doing.Continue reading “Peaches”
“Do you ever wake up and get annoyed that the world still exists?” David thought about the question, pressing the soggy flakes of his cereal under the milk with the tip of his spoon. At the other end of the table, Rebecca sipped her morning coffee, staring into the sink across the room, as ifContinue reading “Wake Up”
The days were getting longer, the early morning sky streaked with dull sunlight when he rose now, the clouds like a pane of frosted glass through which the light struggled to shine. Henry folded the last of Stephanie’s clothes into a black trash bag, depositing the pink summer dress into the recesses of the darkContinue reading “Before the Dawn”