It Takes Two to Trouble
It was never meant to end well.
NYC Midnight 100-word Microfiction.
The Bitter Illusion
“I prayed this day would come,” Aunt Delilah begins, mustering a tear.
NYC Midnight 500-word Fiction, HM.
His Favorite Pocket
I burn my informant’s treason, but I keep his lighter.
NYC Midnight 250-word Microfiction finalist, HM.
The Great Sky Lamp
It always comes for me when I’m at my most vulnerable.
NYC Midnight 250-word Microfiction semi-finalist.