In two years I’ve written 150 flash fiction pieces. Some of them qualify as a stand-alone stories; some of them are just scenes, snippets of larger things. Many are sketches about my beloved cat Squiggy or pre-rough drafts for my novel. A few are about mental illness, depression and grief. Some of them are notContinue reading “2 years, 150 stories”
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Grief (part 1)
In my dream, my parents said that Squiggy had been shrieking all afternoon during my absence, as if fending off invisible attackers. But they were not invisible. I could see them—long black rats with ugly snouts and sharp claws. The claws were clamped onto my cat’s fur and he was wailing, yowling in agony andContinue reading “Grief (part 1)”