The Lighter
She watches the blue at the root of the flame.
Drama
The Final Meal
The room is cold. A hospital cold that lives in the walls.
The Last Mercy
Three flowers, a knife, and the burden of knowing what mercy costs.
Cowboy Games
The Cedarwood Home for the Elderly stood at the end of a dead-end street in a rotting borough of a dying town.
Eye Spy
Something green.
Lies
“Why are you late?”
Free-Fall Forward
She whispered it aloud. Her voice. Lower, gruffer.
The Voicemail
Forever now. Somehow that made it matter less.
Red Dot
Mirror. Signal. Breathe.
The Acknowledgement
Between panes of glass, choice slips away.
Fancy Meeting You Here
Vanilla musk. She never changes.
Who Gardens the Gardeners?
It started as a joke, really. Betsy dared me.