Flash Fiction

His comment stupefied me. I couldn't have been more stunned if he had said my sweet elderly Baptist MeMaw pole-danced on Friday nights. Surely this unkempt middle-aged man standing next to me[...]

Dogs are barking, bird is squawking, and someone is pounding on my front door. I step out of the shower and throw on my robe. “Hurry up, lady!” the delivery[...]

Someone pounds on my door. My eyes focus on the digital clock as I kick off the covers—4:12 a.m. I run to the door in the flannel lounge pants and[...]