The Sapieneria
A clean-cut, thirtyish man sat in a booth, his severe stare unwavering. Before him, a juvenile pig hunched on the tabletop, softly grunting.
Flash Fiction
Hot Chocolate
Anastasia huddled beside her mother, eyes reflecting the faint glow of the Indigo Bloom on distant hills. “Will it hurt, Mommy?”
Mercy
The girl couldn’t have been thirteen, but her eyes had seen more than mine ever will. Her faded hijab, encircling a face whose trauma belied… Read More »Mercy
Love on the Levee
“I fought back. Pushed him. He fell. The spillway took him. Shame it didn’t finish the job.”
Right Angle
“This is it, Isidro. When you brief the SG, there are only a few conversations left to have.”
