A quarantine story.
Category: Flash Fiction
Coin
But who hears us from the bottom of the well?
Oracle’s Day
We all have a day to look forward to.
The Life of Helen Benes
was not an easy one, nor was it an uncommon one. She had no memory of her birth family, rather, her childhood was a series of vignettes set in a number of foster homes and orphanages. She didn’t settle into one single place until the age of 9 when things had finally started to go …
The Cold Soup Dedication (East Fork 2015)
Dedicated to Cornello’s shitty gazpacho soup and the lovely woman who served me it for the last six years of my life. That’s the dedication on the first page of Martin Lenali’s fantastic autobiography ‘Wiser Eyes’. I’ve never been much of a reader, but when I heard that Martin had written a …
But Don’t Kill the Dog
Have you ever seen nothing? Like, true absolute nothing. Not, I opened up the curtains and nothing’s changed since 1953 nothing, like actually nothing. No trees, houses, grass, birds, squirrels, treats, cars, roads. Just endless nothingness, dust stretching infinitely in all directions. My name is Max, and I’m a fictional dog. It might be a …
Rargona 