Nothing Valued Is Here
Gn’thiv smirked at the image carved into the face of the stone monument. He often marveled at what ancient beings would do to protect their treasures.
Commentary: Flash Fiction
I’m fascinated by brevity—probably because I’m so bad at it.
Sweeping Out the Stables
Lunette imagined the sound of the metal spade swooshing down. She imagined their wails and it made her smile, made her hand hurt less.