Pulp City

i. Alex pops the watch open, and then closes it. Open close. Open close. click click. click click. It had been a surprise when he saw it today, sitting there innocently on his way out. He thought it had been lost in the move to his new apartment but there it was on his dresser. … More Flash Fiction-tick tick tick

Genevieve I pace back and forth wondering whether or not I should actually do this, my palms are sweating and my ears are starting to burn. I undo the clip that keeps my hair from falling onto my face and becoming a mess in the war pant I put upon it. This is a war, … More Flash Fiction-The Blue Flower

Who Are You?   The echo of your laughter is getting further and further away. I remember a time when your eyes sparkled with joy and your smile eased the pain of an unforgiving day. You were mother, father and best friend. You were my sanctuary. Today, I search for the woman you once were … More Flash Fiction-Who Are You?

It was 1945 at the tail end of World War II. Pvt. McGinley was doing a routine sweep at a farmhouse at the edge of the small German town his company was occupying. His knocks went unanswered, so he opened the door. Even though most of the fighting was well north of the town, he … More Flash Fiction-The Watch

The Girl: I watch him linger in the shadows around the room, and every time he goes to take a step towards me I flinch, causing the ropes on my wrists to burn and itchy with every little movement. I look towards him and try to make eye contact, but it’s so dark i can’t … More Flash Fiction-The Girl/ The Man