Marriage counseling was not going well. Terrance and Leslie O’Shay, newlyweds of only four weeks, were headed for a breakup, but now, they were at an impasse. Leslie had stopped talking. Every question from their therapist, Becca Dawson, LMFT, was met with Leslie furiously shaking her head. “Why don’t we stop here for today,” Becca said. … Continue reading Wish stick therapy
Category: Flash Fiction
Grampa butterfly
Huge tangles of black and orange hung in the trees, quivering with anticipation. Each butterfly’s beat of rice-paper thin mosaic wings, stirred the air, wafting perfume from it flowery perch. Mesmerized, Jorja sat beneath a kaleidoscope of butterflies, watching as a single monarch flitted from the rabble to settle on another swarm. Her mother, Laurie, … Continue reading Grampa butterfly
Lady in waiting
It’s always something with her - “get me this,” “bring me that,” “go here,” “go there,” “is my dress pretty?” Her tea was too cold, her bed furs too hot. She wants her hair in a braid, she wants it pulled up into blasphemous cornettes. She should have been shorn of her golden tresses just … Continue reading Lady in waiting
Tough as nails
Bent framing nails cluttered her desk. Victoria kept her attention on them, trying not to stare at the man across from her who dropped them there. He was familiar. The estranged husband of one of her clients, she dubbed him, The Tyrant. When Van Donovan made an appointment to talk with her, Victoria told her … Continue reading Tough as nails
The solution
The portal would only be open for a short time. Preparations for the transfer began months ago. Beyond the threshold, a white light shone, so bright anything on the far side of the divide was obscured by the brilliance. The only sound escaping was a hum like the drone of an antiquated fluorescent light. A … Continue reading The solution
Acceleration
A trail of clothes led from the front door, down a long hallway, and ended with a small pile of socks and underwear at a bedroom at the back of the house. “Andrea?” Belinda made her way slowly toward her daughter’s room, picking up articles of clothing as she went. “Are you okay?’ The teenager … Continue reading Acceleration





