Blaise watched his wife from the cabana. She was ankle-deep in the Caribbean, collecting seashells – a perfect memory. When he gulped the thin mountain air, trapped in an icy crevasse, he inhaled her. Hypothermic, somewhere above Camp 4, he’d surely die. But the summer breeze would take him home.
I write a fair amount of content over on Medium.com. Admittedly, I used to post more work during 2019, but I still create weekly writing prompts over at The Friday Fix – and serve as the editor of the publication. Recently, the publication has been receiving over fifty prompt-based stories on a weekly basis, andContinue reading “Medium and Microfiction”
Good news! I recently had two of my flash fiction stories accepted. “The World is Ending and I Forgot My Grocery List” will be published over at Free Flash Fiction later this month. I’m happy the story found a home. I’m even more excited about my story, “Charlie”. It has been accepted at Emerge LiteraryContinue reading “Two Recent Acceptances”