If there were any stars in the cold, New York sky, they were invisible; blocked out by the lights of a thousand rooftop parties happening all over the city, many having started as soon as it got dark, thousands of New Yorkers ready to welcome in the New Year with slurred cries of joy. ForContinue reading “Resolved”
Tag Archives: Flash Fiction
Morning
“Thought I’d find you down here.” Jason looked up from his place on the kitchen floor. His dad stood above him, lit from behind in the early morning light, still pajama-clad but with a dingy green apron strapped around his front. He was slipping on ancient, burn-covered oven mitts, smiling down at his boy withContinue reading “Morning”
Hot and Cold
On the second anniversary of her relocation, Janice ripped out the air temperature regulator from the closet of her domicile and, with a strangled yell, threw it out the airlock into the rust-colored dirt. When ZymoCo sent her a replacement, she threw that one out the airlock as well. She blamed them; ZymoCo. The WorldContinue reading “Hot and Cold”
Freedom
This piece is dedicated to Stephanie Mullen-Sin (@mullen_sin), an artist in search of a muse, who became a muse of my own. I hope you enjoy it! Freedom is a funny thing, thought Stephanie, staring down at the type-filled pages in her daughter’s hands. She remembered when those rows of black figures looked to herContinue reading “Freedom”
What It’s Worth
It was the week of Thanksgiving and the city was as frozen as a summer-killed prize turkey. Darla had taken her life in her own hands, wearing heels on a day like this, but she walked across the ice slicked sidewalks towards her apartment building satisfied that if she did eat concrete her four-hundred dollarContinue reading “What It’s Worth”