• Flash Fiction

    No Wednesday is Ordinary

    You know the song, my beloved says as he mumbles the wrong words to the right tune. I squint one eye, tilt my head to lift my ear in hopes it will sniff out the sound of a tune on a breeze that doesn\’t blow. I can\’t hear it. It must be from too long ago, too far away. It\’s Wednesday and we have this conversation. Sometimes it happens on Wednesday but other days will do. I was born on a Wednesday: I imagine it was cold in the Northeast when I decided to show up. After all, it was…

  • Flash Fiction

    Broken Sprinkler Rain, Or, Why I\’m So Angry

    My jaw hurts, but not today. That was a week ago, maybe a month. Maybe a lifetime. \’You are stressing.\’ The diagnosis from my beloved when I tell him that my jaw hurts. I don\’t want to take any Tylenol because that helps his back. He stresses, too. I take a different anti-inflammatory, the one the doctor gave me that didn\’t work for the other thing that got diagnosed as inflammation. I self-diagnose and prescribe. I worked in the pharmacy of a drug store, but that isn\’t today. That was a century ago, maybe almost a half-century really. It helped,…