Microfiction: Advice From A Trickster

He sat cross-legged in his chair and peered over his glasses with tired eyes.

“You rang?” he said, sounding like he might laugh any second.

“I’m told you can help me with something?” the merchant said, taking a step forward.

“Oh sure, I can.”

“Okay?”

“But will I?” Continue reading

Flash Fiction: Chips And Dip

Eric could not understand why no one had considered dipping potato chips in ketchup. They were essentially French fries, so there was not much a difference in flavor, not much of an issue—so why didn’t more people do it?

“What, do you love her?” Fae demanded, spreading out her arms. “Do you want to fuck her, huh? Have her over and let her sleep in my spot?” Continue reading

Flash Fiction: Do You Really Need Sleep?

“You do know I do need to sleep, right?” he asked, peering up at her. With her hair forming a halo around her face, Gertrude looked like some mixture of angel and a trickster god—her countenance round and full of mischief.

“Oh, I don’t know—sleep might not matter all that much, actually. Did you ever try not sleeping?” Continue reading