“Good morning. Happy Birthday of your favorite Ganesh. Love. Good Day.” and “Please don’t forget about your flu shot.”
Their beautiful skin is the color of perfection, the shade of impeccably cooked lechón.
Stars, trees, lasers, lights, everything locking into nothing, everything together yet apart.
What if the world was stuck, frozen, and we could go anywhere we wanted, together?
We—our family—had so little to give each other; maybe we needed to look elsewhere.
For it is what Grandma made best, and it is what we knew and ate.
You know what I am trying to do for you, Night, she says. I am trying to make life easier.
I had vowed to be different, but I wasn’t able to escape servitude, even eight thousand miles away in New York.
I wonder how the body knows it’s ready to feed another life. Does it even get a choice to be ready?
We heard a glass break, then saw our mother, saw what looked like tears.
Astrological insights from twelve of our most recent flash stories
Looking is not enough. You must run this beauty between finger and thumb.
Their beautiful skin is the color of perfection, the shade of impeccably cooked lechón.
Stars, trees, lasers, lights, everything locking into nothing, everything together yet apart.
I had vowed to be different, but I wasn’t able to escape servitude, even eight thousand miles away in New York.
What if the world was stuck, frozen, and we could go anywhere we wanted, together?
I wonder how the body knows it’s ready to feed another life. Does it even get a choice to be ready?
We—our family—had so little to give each other; maybe we needed to look elsewhere.
We heard a glass break, then saw our mother, saw what looked like tears.
Astrological insights from twelve of our most recent flash stories
For it is what Grandma made best, and it is what we knew and ate.
You know what I am trying to do for you, Night, she says. I am trying to make life easier.
Looking is not enough. You must run this beauty between finger and thumb.