“Oh for Pete’s sake, Jory,” Andy groaned, watching the multi-colored candies spread across the kitchen floor. He sighed as the remaining pieces rattled and rolled under the refrigerator. The following silence? Continue reading
Flash (<101 words)
WWJD?
“I want it!”
“You got it last Christmas. This one’s mine, Bitch!”
“Come and get it, Loser!” Continue reading
Sweet Memory
American tourists with roots in rolling mountains and cows mooing in Norwegian dialects, they assumed it was fine: drive up to the rural farm, request a tour. Continue reading
Pomegranate
The Huntress’ narrow prow cuts through darkness,
The only sound a plashing single paddle.
Destination known, she’s grateful to see nothing
Below the river’s surface. Continue reading




