If I ever meet the person who invented “after hours,” I’d like to throw the hot chocolate I’m sipping right now in their face. It’s all non-paid time for time that I should be paid for and time that the student should have spent paying attention in class when I gave the lecture. Instead, I’m […]Read More After Hours
“Light the match, Casie,” John hissed. “Do it.” “But if I light it, then they’ll come.” “No. They’ll stay back. I promise. Just do it.” “I don’t know how to light a match.” “Yes, you do, Casie. Just…” He groaned. “Just swipe the head across the rough part of the rock, and it’ll go.” “But […]Read More Match the Light
People tend to think that if you’ve stolen one thing, you’ve stolen them all. But that’s just not true. I’ve stolen quite a number of things that you’d think couldn’t be stolen — intangible things like love and happiness, depression and anger. And over the years, I’ve bottled them up and resold them so that […]Read More Flash Fiction Friday (FINAL): Heart Liquor
“Pidge?” “Yes, darling?” “Where do hummingbirds go to sleep?” Pidge preened the feathers beneath his left wing and thought for a moment. Then, he titled his head. Then titled his head again before saying, “You know, darling, I’m not entirely sure.”Read More Flash Fiction Friday: Where Do Hummingbirds Go to Sleep?