Dear Ying
A stalker in the house. But the tender kind. Letting go is hard, but inevitable.
Flash Fiction
I
Space for Rent
Space for rent: Major renovations required. Four inch square. Located in chest cavity.
II
Round Mouth
She said nothing. He feeds her another grape, a big red seedless Aussie. Still, nothing. He forgot to inflate her.
III
Baby Shoes
For sale: Chinese Baby shoes. Well borrowed.
IV
Girls
There once was a girl. A girl. A girl. A girl. One fell off the wagon. How many? Three. Theresa, Diana, Mary. No boys? No boys. Peace.
V
The Good Fit
Circles cannot fit into triangles, stars cannot fit into squares, triangles cannot fit into stars. He cries deafeningly. Silence. Lollipop fits into all hole shapes.
