Lindsey Hates Group
The ring of people seated in folding chairs is a familiar enough scene, evoking not collaboration and group comfort but instead a sense of both persecution and loathing. Lindsey hates […]
Category Archives: Flash
Playing
She’s playing and she sways and rocks and coaxes music from the living, breathing animal that sings in her lap, her dark eyes lifting to focus on his face, a […]
After The News
She had run, sick with grief, all the way home. The announcement had come without regard to the news cycle; she wasn’t ready for something like this. A hundred thousand […]
Fucking Breakfast
She laughed, licking the syrup from her fingers, and said, “No, with peanut butter.” “Peanut butter?” he said, making a rather appalled face. “The fuck would you do that to […]
This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things
They don’t all die. In an infinite universe, an infinite number of them die, but an infinite number, just as well, live. This one never had a chance at a […]
The Old Jones 