Short Fiction
A Southern, speculative story about grief, hope, and watermelons.
Aug/2020 | Riggwelter
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"What’d she expect? Not this fresh hell: every damn melon smashed to fruity bits, broken timber everywhere. Her eyes sting. She knuckles them. They’re only plants."
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A grumpy counselor delves into a client's dusty mind and attempts to clean house.
Dec/2019 | X-R-A-Y Magazine
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"Sophie had never thought twice about the décor in her mind palace. That was, until her counselor barged into her secret space and perched in her favorite armchair."
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Why do people get taken advantage of?
Oct/2018 | Barren Magazine
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"Most days I sit at the window, watching the other kids play outside. The boys, now ragingly pubescent, chase the girls through sprinklers in the harsh summer sun."
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