Anniversary

On our anniversary, we go to a motel. Not to be romantic or deviant...
Vine Leaves Literary Journal

A Longing in December

An early blizzard iced the curve where Iris crashed her car.
Pidgeonholes

Spin, Baby, Spin

We hold our arms like we’ve been crucified, throw our heads back, and spin ourselves round and round.
Mash Stories

Unwrapped

Margie jabbed the button for the walk signal. She thought of the filet she splurged on...
Every Day Fiction

Head Games

Depending on which shrink was taking Mom’s insurance that year, Jackie was schizophrenic or manic or borderline.
Mash Stories