The Lighter
She watches the blue at the root of the flame.
Flash
Deconstruction
The box says forty-two pieces. I’ve counted three times
The Final Meal
The room is cold. A hospital cold that lives in the walls.
Shardik
Shardik woke to the high-pitched laughter of the woman and growled quietly to himself.
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.
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.