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 →
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 →
The holiday seasons is meant to bring out the best in people. Even to reveal their gift-wrapping abilities. That doesn't leave me very high up on the chart. I've watched countless "how to" videos, carefully tracking every move made; attempting to measure tape strands and holiday-themed wrapping paper, and calculating its placement; and remembering how... Continue Reading →
As a reporter, I spend most of my time typing up fact-based reports that would, on occasion, directly quote someone who wants to share his or her opinion. My reporting reflects an unbiased account of events or decisions. Even if someone throws in their opinion on the issue at hand, it should not - in any... Continue Reading →
Yes. I forgot to write this post yesterday. Imagine putting up the Christmas tree (Don't judge. It's after Thanksgiving), turning on a movie and crashing on the couch with a comfortable blanket. To make a long story short, I fell asleep and woke up at 1 a.m. and realized it was time for bed. Anyway,... Continue Reading →
Kristina M. Nasuti