The man had always refused to give himself a name, because none of them ever…
You’ll never understand just how loud the world is until it stops.
Just before taking those first steps into the vast shadow of his familiar home, the man…
The first time it happened was in mid-September and it lasted no more than a few minutes. By dinner he had already forgotten…
I prefer the cold caress of a still, dark night to the prickling bite of a midday sun…
TW: Suicide
Flash fiction about expectations and self