Follow me and – if compelled – count every word. This is the start of a flash-fiction journey. Stick around for the ride and fuhgeddabout everything else.
Imagine something so stark, so grim you can’t unsee it. It’s etched into the deepest part of your consciousness and subconscious that erasing it would take more than a subpar lobotomy from an under-qualified physician’s assistant. It’s something so profoundly splintering it causes you to question its legitimacy. Paul experienced that moment when he put... Continue Reading →
Good ideas rarely come from someone navigating the blistering cold without a coat, who is suffering from a frozen face, half frozen appendages and a broken spirit.
There’s something about soda from a diner that hits differently. Maybe it’s the carbonation, the perfect combination of water-to-ice-to-syrup ratio, or the “old fashioned” soda glass it typically comes in. It was especially refreshing on an unbearably hot day like that summer day in Brooklyn. Condensation from the tinted blue glass slowly dripped onto the... Continue Reading →
“The last thing I remember is walking out of that place, alone, wearing a bright orange jacket.” “Is that really the last thing you remember?”
She was wearing the brightest, orange jacket I’ve ever seen. Brighter than one of those reflective vests worn by construction workers spotted on the side of the highway or road. It was painfully bright and oddly shaped. A single-width puffer jacket with roughly 16 crevasses that started just under her armpits and stopped at the... Continue Reading →
Kristina M. Nasuti