Jailers or Liberators

I’m going through my millions of files, and found something I’d forgotten about: A 111 word flash fiction I’d written for HER KIND, a publication by VIDA. My entry was featured in their July 2013 edition. The prompt was ‘coming into my most formative summer’.That would be┬áthe summer I turned 28. Things were not good: […]

He Says

His silence would arrive sharp and abrupt, interrupting a joke, or what seemed to be a good day. It would sulk around for days, giving only piercing glares of hate-filled rage as the demons in his head whispered and taunted, and I struggled to remember what I had done wrong. Then, the silence would end: […]