An Appetite

Make a wish. — So anytime the clock hits 11:11 and I see it I silently make a wish. (Unless I’m at home alone, in which case I might for some reason actually utter my wish out loud, I guess for effect.) Been doing this since I was a kid prone to strange superstitions…

Flash Fiction. — She walks in and looks around and though you’ve never lain eyes on her you can tell she’s looking for someone, and go ahead and assume that she is looking for you, so you do a little semi-awkward wave thing to get her attention and she waves back then makes…

“Going to see a man about a horse.” — I recently made the decision to share my calendar with coworkers so they would know when they could and when they should not book me for a meeting on any given day — but in doing so decided to be cryptic about what I was doing at any given time…

Flash Fiction. — You are not the kind of guy who would be at a place like this at this time of the morning. But you have a tendency, especially lately, to surprise yourself. It’s damn near four, a couple hours still till sunrise, and Dad is telling you to bust out just…

Flash Fiction. — Our first ever trip together you quickly figured out I was a terrible driver — overly cautious to the point it could have potentially put us in danger as I white-knuckled it in the 10-and-2 position. I argued that i hadn’t always been like this. That it was a rather…

Flash Fiction. — I hope this email finds you in the bathroom bar when you go to freshen up and impulsively check your phone and that it throws you off for the rest of the date, leaves you completely unable to fully concentrate. I hope this email finds you well but waiting very…

Flash Fiction. — “A first date is not a great time to show up without your wallet. Maybe one of the least ideal. The most ideal? When you get mugged, probably, unless of course you piss off the robber to the point they decide to shiv you for having no cash. But yeah…