Short Stories

Diva watched a row of dentures pop into place on her phone screen. Her father was usually...

  No one called Adula strong. They sometimes said she was nice, or crafty, or shy. They...

She charged two hundred dollars per commission. Most were easy, photographs of children inside a...

My father died on my eighteenth birthday. No, that's not quite right. He actually died one day...

Nora began the day as she always did, attempting to conquer the superpower of invisibility. If it...

There were markings of their marriage all over that house. The obvious things, like the framed...