Quiet Horror · 50 sec
Mirror
Every morning, a stranger. Every night, an old friend.
Tiny Ache · 30 sec
Threshold
The door was open. That was the saddest part.
Home Notes · 60 sec
Recipe
Ma's hands knew the salt. Mine guess. The dal still tastes like home.
Flash Fiction · 45 sec
Last Train
She kept the seat warm for thirty years. He never got off.
Twisted Endings · 4 min
Doctor’s Chamber
Doctor appointments always made Bitty feel ill. The room itself was ill — the green chairs, the smell of disinfectant over something older.
Quiet Moments · 3 min
Feathery Blues
Softness broke through my trail of thoughts. These birds look happier than most people I have seen.