We’re not on steady ground all the time, nor should we be.
The Canon of Diversity – A Flash Fiction Essay
Dealership
The waiting room of the Mercedes dealership is next level. Everything sparkles. They’ve got expensive yet free coffee. They’ve got fresh, colourful donuts. The magazines are organized and choreographed with perfect detail. Maybe, I’m just a little too excited to be inside. We’ve spent lots of time in gas stations and convenience stores, but this feels like a treat. I eat two more donuts. Salted caramel, and something with a shitload of sprinkles.
Pilfered in Flash Fiction
If I were a retail store...
A “Why You Should Read Sister Carrie” Flash Fiction
I know Sister Carrie, because Dreiser has allowed me to know her.
The air that he breathes
On their way to the school bus stop his boys run ahead to an adventure of burnt logs they call "The Fires" beside a huge Australian river red gum stump they clamber up, inventing games.