Published with Short Edition in Edmonton airport vending machine, Canada, December 2017 National Flash Fiction day flood / June 2015 Shortlisted in the Ink Tears Flash Fiction competition, October 2015 Longlisted in the Flash 500 competition.
You asked me: Where you from? And I told you but you asked again: No, where are you from-from? I was more puzzle than man at that point, because I don’t always remember that I’m black any more than I remember I have feet. Your parents, what about them? Same place, I said, and thenContinue reading “When you said nothing @ Stories for homes anthology”
Issue 6 // Secrets His gills gave him away – he could barely breathe in the office. Between ten and twelve each day, when the sun was just right, I saw him in the reflection on my screen. He was a ghost on my desktop, faded, with emails from clients running through him. He hunchedContinue reading “In a small pond @ Firewords”
Issue 8 // 2016 They call me Grace from space. Mum says my head is somewhere between Neptune and Pluto, like the cartoon dog. My sister loved dogs. We used to sit on swings and jet off into space. We’d push out our legs and snap them back, launching into the sky. On the up,Continue reading “Swings and rocket ships @ Bare Fiction”