I’ve heard it all. Calls to 9-1-1 and relatives. Chats that went for hours around whether coffee is better than tea, chocolate than blancmange. I used to be so proud. I relayed reservations for rental kilts and appointments for the…
Category: Flash Fiction
Short-short: Cleaving
I was born in a slaughterhouse. I cannot think these things. Before I was hacked away, I was unaware, part of a collective called a cow. I don’t remember much of it, or know if I can say I ever…
Short-short: Whipped Cream
It’s bad enough that I was vacuum-packed to be devoured. My only consolation was that I’d be sprayed on something delicious: strawberries, brownies, pie filled with something blue, a sundae topped with caramel, peanuts, and silver-bullet sprinkles. And I would…
Flash Fiction: One R
Regal, region, arid, rest. I’ve been part of them all. Lover, but never loved. Adored, but never wanted. Garbage, trash, rubbish. I’ve never been included in the last, but I could be. I’ve been left alone on a wooden a…
Human Observation Report TDC498
written for The Daily Create 506 Today when the upright human left, it took the small furry human with it, and I took the opportunity to examine more closely the paraphernalia the upright human uses for morning worship. They were…