[Flash Fiction] Remember, Remember, The Fifth of November

“I can’t believe you’re serious about doing this. What if people see you?”

“That’s what the mask is for.” He pointed to the white mask already secured on his face, his identity hidden behind an oversized smile, red cheeks, and a wide black mustache. 

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[Flash Fiction] Sisterhood

They arrived first: one Chinese girl checking their reservation with the host and one Indian girl checking her frizzy hair in a pocket mirror.

“Stupid humidity—every time,” she groaned as they were shown to their table.

“Do you think she’ll show up?” the Asian girl asked. “Probably not, right? It’s been five years since we’ve talked.”

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[Flash Fiction] The Mural

The rickety ladder of the fire escape swayed as he climbed. Paint from the rungs peeled off and stuck to his palms. The metal cans clanged in his backpack, but he kept up his steady climb.

Reaching the rooftop, he hoisted himself up and swung his legs over, rolling onto his side with the ease of someone who had done this many times. He allowed himself a moment to admire the sight: luxury condominiums touching the sky, the 7 train chugging along, and a bird’s eye view of the living collage of graffiti artwork that covered the walls of the building he was standing on. Read More »