Short Fiction and Poetry

Blackness became light, the cloud began to lift gradually, and the pain came hot and bright. Denise knew that she had been badly injured in the fall. [...]

I enjoy writing with my hand much more than typing email messages Says my wife as she pauses to lift her pen from the stationery paper[...]

Lottie Lynch and her gossip column ‘Loose Lips’ had quickly amassed a large following at the Daily Mirror newspaper, [...]

When the last whisky bottle wakes up empty, filled up with silence, I'm left with a feeling that isn't withdrawal or craving, [...]

The apron I wore said Cupcake Queen, but it wasn’t mine. All my claims to royalty were long past.[...]

The week before we killed her the weather was terrible. Sideways rain seven days straight, and cold, so bloody cold. [...]

Something hot to eat with something cold to drink. I see you lick an ice cream cone, and now I want one too. I check my phone for a text, an update, a sign, I sigh. [...]

Becca's hands trembled as she reached for her phone. She had never done anything like this before. The docile wife, the patient mother [...]

Detonate is as good a word as any, good, say, as kiss, usually less personal but delivering as much feeling—[...]

Hank drove his pickup and trailer into the hot-air balloon launching area on the outskirts of Santa Fe and cursed at an unseen stranger[...]