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Flash Fiction: ‘I Won’t Be Found’

I swore love found me indefinitely. His voice felt pure. It was clear and shrill as a storm in the middle of the night with the rumbling of thunder deeper than any bass in the world.

I swore love found me indefinitely. His voice felt pure. It was clear and shrill as a storm in the middle of the night with the rumbling of thunder deeper than any bass in the world. Read More »

Flash Fiction: Fall on Your Knees

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Herod recruited him personally, and he knew the rewards would be great if he brought back this Jewish child the three kings from the east were claiming would be the Messiah. Read More »

Flash Fiction: Waiting for Dad to Come Home on Thanksgiving

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On Thanksgiving Day 1969, a young boy becomes increasingly worried when his father, a New York City detective, is late for the big family dinner. Read More »

Flash Fiction: The Readers

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They would sit outside during the summer months on their covered porch, each one of them reading a book for hours at a time. Read More »

Flash Fiction: Venus Goes to Mars

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A retired astronaut promises his dying wife to deposit her ashes on Mars. Read More »

Flash Fiction: ‘The Five Stages’

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Why did Daniel insist on coming down here today? She wasn’t ready. They hadn’t set foot in the place in months. She wasn’t interested…in anything. Sheila shook her bangs out of her eyes and pushed open the oversized, wooden door. It creaked a little, stiff from disuse. She reached for the light switch to her right and felt the soft, ... Read More »

Expatriates on Fourth of July in Paris

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Expatriate Americans in Paris celebrate Independence Day their way. This is an excerpt from my novel in progress, 'Garden of Ghosts.' Read More »

Flash Fiction – Three Olives

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I look at the drink, the olives staring up at me like three miniature eyeballs. Read More »

Flash Fiction: Father’s Day – ‘Endurance’

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I recalled those moments alone with my father, the sun setting on the water, the strong smell of the bay, and only the fish tugging a line could break the sacred silence between us. Read More »

Flash Fiction: The Last Job

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As Jeff stormed out slamming the door, Sophie sat down on the stairs trembling and thinking about him getting arrested or killed that night. Read More »