Acorns – Part 4

Acorns – Part 4

“Look!” Daphne pointed, and he could see what she meant: the road they had not traveled, in front of the truck, remained smooth and clear, while all the pavement between the truck and the main road—the way they had come—was erupting in small fissures, life surging...
Acorns – Part 4

Acorns – Part 3

“Caalm,” she said. “You will seee.” She squeezed his hand again and, like thick liquid slipping through a bottle neck, Hector felt himself, or what he thought of as self, slip from his head, hang up momentarily in his throat, then slide down his arm and into his hand....
Acorns – Part 4

Acorns – Part 2

The old woman tipped her head as if hearing a distant, curious noise and swiveled her face in his general direction. Her mouth opened in a toothless vague smile, and she patted her hand in toward him in the air, as if searching for something. Her sweatshirt, a sea...
Flash Fiction: Bury the Trash

Flash Fiction: Bury the Trash

A friend of mine convinced me to join in the NYC Midnight Flash Fiction Challenge last week. For those who’ve never heard of this, participants are given a random prompt, with 48 hours to turn in a story of under 1000 words. Living my life by the guiding star of...
Acorns – Part 4

Acorns – Part 1

The oak tree was all that anchored Hector Gonzales to the past. His family, community, and land had been devoured by the Paradise Fire during his long tour in Afghanistan. For his future, he had no plan other than this first thing: to visit the Grandmother Oak. He...
Little Bunny Foo Foo

Little Bunny Foo Foo

Little Bunny Foo Foo hops through the forest, scooping up the field mice, and bopping them on the head. The squeak of outrage, the writhing body, the inevitable bop, the limp figure tossed away after, like the skin of a popped grape. He wipes tears and snot from his...

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