Flash Fiction

The zombies rattle the high school’s doors or as close to it as something deceasedly lackadaisical can.

The first thing I looked up was whether girls enjoyed giving guys blow jobs.

We stood at the water’s edge, Lake Michigan frigid in early Spring, throwing in pennies from our vacation fund.

The polar bears had nowhere else to go.

After three months of working at the zoo, Brian realizes that he doesn’t like zoos or people who like zoos.