ocd vestibule
Behind the entry bench, the van gogh blue umbrella wedged at a 35 degree angle hadn’t been wrap-snapped first. This …
Category Archives: flash fiction
Gilded Exploits
The creation and the embodiment of energy, what they’ve invested in, valued, now mingling impossibly here…
Gypsy Wagon
Will was too busy after all to attend me in Newcastle. I museum-delved without him to see a marble statue visible …
Little Medea
No one bemoaned her fate so epically as that 4 year old in the Trader Joe’s.
