Flash Fiction: Held Up, or, Right On Time

She entered the house, poised for a tangle. She was quite sure sheโ€™d left the lights off, the door locked, her rooms neat. So why was there a lamp burning, the light soft against the window of her room on the upper floor? Was that a shadow she saw, flickering in the lamplight against the … Continue reading

Flash Fiction: Curious, or Naked

She knocks on the door and waits for an answer. Sweat beads on her palm, on her brow – she has never done this before. Not this, but the other. The more confusing. The more complicated. She’d been invited, been asked here. The other woman, the one with the dark hair, had been so suggestive, … Continue reading