He disgraced himself at their last soirée, corrupting keywords like some malapropian, backwoods rube. The muted snickers and blatant guffaws confused him, until someone finally corrected one of his faux pas. All he needed was one ally. He had worked too hard to go back to being just okay. He wanted it all. He wanted … Continue reading Words can’t hurt me
Category: Flash Fiction
Plain white van
Like a bad drug feeding his anticipation for regular hot meals and a clean, dry bed, he agreed to their condition of driving a plain white van, shuttling the shelter’s young girls down to the business men on 24th street. An undercover food truck of nooners ordered à la carte by repressed, family men looking … Continue reading Plain white van
Lived in
Between my OCD-collector son, and “I-might-need-that” packrat husband, we’re one cardboard box from a Hoarders episode. The only time my home will be spectacularly clean is at my wake.
Lost in translation
It wasn’t funny, but Pauley struggled to not laugh at Vivian’s vehemence. Sitting on the edge of the table, she held out her hand for the offending note. “Whoa, slow down there Morticia.” Pauley wadded the paper, and stuffed it into her shirt. “We’re going to need Danela. We can turn this around on them. … Continue reading Lost in translation
Dear John dinner
I should’ve ended it months ago. There's no fire with him, no spark. He’s attractive enough, but he’s just too nice. I even pick fights to see if he’ll stand up for himself. Instead, he simply acquiesces. I have no sympathy for him. I need a man who will argue with me. When he brought … Continue reading Dear John dinner
Modernizing
“It’s the 21st century, you have to change with the times.” Dressed in his pinstriped suit, he was the epitome of “corporate.” “Like I always say, ‘if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it’.” I looked down at him over my glasses. “You’re right, it’s not broke, but it’s not efficient.” Holding his newfangled electronic notepad, … Continue reading Modernizing
Thin spiral notebook 