Fiction

Fiction
Smalls

Fat Boy

Sep 19, 2015
Fiction
A Complete Fabrication, An Advertisement, & A Dedication

A COMPLETE FABRICATION He said he wanted to marry me. No, don’t laugh, I swear, shut up, why are you laughing? Stop it. I’ll throw my shrimp salad at you. He’s allergic to shellfish, did you know that? When we were there, the last time, you know, when he had a ring and everything and […]

Sep 19, 2015
Fiction
Metastatic Lesion

This man is one of the all-time great animal trainers. He should be in the hall of fame. Is there a hall of fame for animal trainers? Nope. Ugh. This doesn’t taste artificial. I don’t think it’s artificial. I think it’s real. Well that’s not good. Because it’s supposed to taste artificial. And that’s fine. […]

Sep 19, 2015
Fiction
A Dedication, An Advertisement & A Complete Fabrication

A DEDICATION  This is for you. Thank you for everything you do for me and for the children. I am so sorry. Please forgive me. I didn’t mean for you to find out. Please believe me. If I had known you were going to find out I never would have gone in the first place. […]

Sep 18, 2015
Fiction | Short Story
Don Coyote’s dog

Freedom Sancho, is the ability to hope for something better … no it’s not. That is habit.

Sep 17, 2015
Fiction
Holy Toledo

She was only fifteen years old when she moved to Paris. Let her tell the story?  I don’t think so. She’s not in right now. She’s out. She’s gone. Back to Toledo? I don’t think so. She’s not going back to Toledo. She’s not going anywhere. She moved to Paris when she was fifteen and […]

Sep 17, 2015
Fiction
The sea-war

On a tiny island in the middle of the Aegean, the timeless Greek-German enmity and connection assumes another dimension.

Sep 17, 2015
Fiction
Dust

She once said that all those shoes were our dead mother’s, but I knew it was a lie. Celia always turned green when she lied. It was easy to tell.

Sep 16, 2015
Fiction | Short Story
Intimacy

Intimacy   Since our leader has forbidden us to use our flashlights, I can’t see, except as vague shadows, the people ahead of me marching in single file, and can’t tell, in this group of strangers, if anyone else but me is veering crazily through the dunes like a drunk. I only know it’s hard […]

Sep 15, 2015