50-word Story
Thinking of you is like sipping my second cup of coffee of the day: not a yearning rush, just…
Flash Fiction
She lost a pearl earring, again. The third time.
A Poem
You ask when I will be backI don’t know what to sayso I just say “soon”
Reclining on his squeaky rocking chair, he coughed himself awake. His rimless reading…
The day you left the sun, bright as usual,coated my eyes with darknessand sent unendurable…
A Short Short Story
Their white SUV hurtled down the highway. In the car, neither he nor she said anything.
A Flash Fiction
The rain was pouring. Huge raindrops pelted the window panes mercilessly in the midst of rumbling…
The narrow rectangle bar is shrinking,slowly, but steadily,into a slim red,a warning of imminent disconnectionand…
He saysyou look better with short hairso you cut your silky long hair