• Short Fiction

    Begging

    I don’t realize how heavy my sigh is, how slumped my shoulders are. It’s been a long week and I’m grateful to not have plans on a Friday night, glad to be in…

  • Short Fiction

    African Violet – Part 1

    The record circles under her hand, steady revolutions, glossy vinyl spinning. The speakers crackle as her fingertips drop the needle. It catches the groove and rides. Slowly the room fills with sound. Miles…