Category: Flash Fiction

Sounds bother me. So does light. It’s a thing you know, a condition. Although I can’t tell you what it’s called. People talking, clicking pens, supermarket lights, neon signs – it all hurts. It...

Crumpled, dust-streaked white shoes abandoned in a corner. Her shoes. When I notice them, I think to myself I must be dreaming. In this place, warfare is being waged on all the senses and...