Flash Fiction: September 9, 2016

After twenty one years of marriage, my husband is watching football on our anniversary. It was just happenstance that I met the old hippie.  It started as friendship, not all Capulet and Montague. He was just a distraction. I was in this self-destructive relationship with an inked guy who spoke in all tautology, always saying …

Flash Fiction: August 19, 2016

I’m not a shopaholic. Not even close. Like a puerile moron, I’d used every penny I’d made since Christmas on beautification and a plane ticket to Rio. I essentially made myself homeless and lived on nothing but a burrito and an endless supply of mushy pineapple for months. I just wanted to get a glimpse …