THE MEXICAN REVOLUTION raged. Alejandro fled to Texas. He drank tequila. He bemoaned the fact that tequila, once cheap, now cost dearly. He became a citizen in a land in which he was a stranger, but what else can a stranger do?
Category: Flash Fiction
What Do I Wear to My Friend’s Funeral?
I DIDN'T REPLY to Jacob’s last text message to me, but I did show up to his funeral. I’d spent the entire morning deciding what to wear. A lot of the clothes that I once wore don’t quite fit me the way they used to in high school. Is wearing black to a funeral mandatory? … Continue reading What Do I Wear to My Friend’s Funeral?
Black Midnight
I SINK MY FORK into the cake slice, hot bile scalding my throat. It’s black midnight cake, the third I’ve baked this month. “I’ll eat it if you won’t,” Meg chimes from across the table. I force the cake into my mouth and swallow. She raises an eyebrow, studying me, but says nothing. There are … Continue reading Black Midnight
A Heretic
"'Tis time," he said, surveying the now quiet battlefield as it smoldered. "Indeed, brother," he replied, still breathless from battle. "Time to lay waste to this village and make merry in its dregs!" "Neigh, brother," there was a look of disgust on their leader's bloodied face. "Time to shift our thinking into a new and … Continue reading A Heretic
The Dream I Had This Morning
I HAD A DREAM THIS MORNING, which isn't odd since I have dreams almost every dawn. They wake me in the subtle embrace of inspiration, alongside the birds chirping outside my window. She was there, this morning. I met her again. It's amusing, isn't it?, the recurrence of an illusion. One starts to ponder the … Continue reading The Dream I Had This Morning