2 Flash Fictions

BUSTED FENCE In the photograph, it’s Halloween, 1956. I’m sitting on a split rail fence next to my girlfriend. We’re in the second grade. I’m smiling, but her m...

Hey Hombre, Go Back Where You Belong

After my fiancée said she found someone else and broke off our engagement, I’d been devastated. I grew weary of friends and relatives saying, “Miguel, I’m so so...