Work
Flash, one-sentence pieces, and short fiction.
Same Traps
I keep stepping into the same traps, expecting them not to hurt.
By the Shore
I saw you yesterday, sitting by the shore.
Sublimation of Memory
It happened all at once. There was no drip that went unnoticed, no gradual drain. It was the sublimation of memory.
It Slumbered
It slumbered deeply, dreaming of things that have not yet passed, under the dark earth.
The Dog
The dog is at the door now. In hindsight he’s always been there, ever since the call.