Fiction

It started off as a joke. Some guy in town started showing up to crime scenes dressed in a Batman costume.

This here’s the frontline of the war. I’m in the trenches in my ergonomic chair.

All day, all night, Myrtle and I watch a series of lectures on the Black Death.

Making memories for one another soon became second nature.

I had not known how much I needed sea-skin rippling beneath my fingers.

Through heartache, he heard giggles.

Jerry Seinfeld once said that if dating is like a game of paintball, then marriage is Iraq. Your husband laughed too hard at this joke for it to be funny to you anymore.

A humble request to alleviate overcrowding at the front of the stage descends into dark cosmic chaos.

Helen stood at the kitchen sink, hands soaking in tepid dishwater.

Carrie’s wedding invitation arrived in the mail on a Saturday. I considered it the way one might consider a fast-burning wildfire approaching nearby foothills.