What We Leave Behind
Holes mark the wall where our memories used to hang. Now just dust outlines.
Journaling June: Fourteen Word Story
Journaling June: Horror Flash Fiction.
I’m doing my girlfriend doggy style when I notice the flashing red lights of my autistic twin brother’s velcro shoes from under the closet door. Wait a minute. I don’t have an autistic twin brother. And even if I did, I live alone.
