Flash Fiction



Your Grandmother was the Lone Gunman on the Grassy Knoll

“I realize this may come as a shock to you,” FBI Special Agent Oslo smiles, offering me a cigarette.



The First Lie

“I hope we will be friends for life.” She said sweetly one day.



Playing God with my Mother

“Do you think it’s time to stop feeding him?” She asked.



Attila on the Couch

“Your feelings of rage are symptoms of having an overbearing mother,” said the doctor, seconds before his head bounced across the floor.



Breaking News

NASA finds a flower.