flash fiction

Photograph (Sandcastle 14.02)

I carry this with me. Every waking moment. Every chilling nightmare. Every occasional pleasant dream….

A vignette exploring the relationship between my antagonist Azar and his slave Rayven behind the scenes of A Fallen Hero….

On Saturday, March 24, 2018, I stood on the snowy steps of the Indiana State Library in downtown Indianapolis. I […]

I dwell in the dark. Art is for admiration; no one cares for a blank canvas.

Sometimes, while seeking the panoramas, we forget to use the macro lens and photograph the little things right in front of us.

I don’t know what possessed me to come see you. I, who held you all my life inside my hands and thought they were empty.

My cramped fingers finally lose their hold on the porous rock. My heart hurdles into my throat. I gasp, arms pin-wheeling, flailing….

Each boom outside makes the dishes in the china cabinet tremble. A car alarm down the street starts shrieking in rhythmic bursts….