Category: Short Stories

brown dirt road between green trees
Short Stories

Maybe

Damn, I hate crying. Damn, I hate hating. What do I love? Don’t look around. Don’t love what you’ve lost. But do I love it? Maybe I’m not in love with a 1960’s yellow brick three bedroom, one bathroom with a newer extension master bedroom and ensuite. Fritzy, Daria, and Me: Story 2
body of water during golden hour
Short Stories

Unprepared

Trios aren't supposed to work. “Trios are the most sinister and manipulative friend groups,” our sociology professor had said, “especially in females,” he added, as if female humans had more in common with female sea turtles than they did with male humans. Fritzy, Daria, and Me: Story 1