Short Stories & Flash Fiction
Stories that haven’t yet found a spine.
These short pieces—fiction and flash—haven’t appeared in any published collection. They’re shared here as they are: complete in spirit, even if still evolving. Some stand alone. Others are early sketches of something more. All are written to connect, reflect, or simply be.
I sit here, unseen, forgotten, as he walks past me day after day. Once, I was his constant companion, my words were a refuge in his darkest nights,…
Even after a long day at work, my mother’s hands worked tirelessly: chopping vegetables for dinner, stitching our clothes, and doing whatever needed doing. I loved her hands…
Stacy used to have such a gentle laugh, one that sounded like running water. I’d do anything to hear it again—to hear her. But that laughter, like everything…