short short stories

The Luckiest Man Alive I say it all the time. “I am the happiest I have ever been.” Is this normal? Do you say it to yourself, or out loud…

Sprint By Sprint (rehoming) We get along, but not well. She’s been making plans without me. Like a lot. I ask, I get heat. It is like I’m making it…

The High Way Kissing her was like a jolt of adrenaline. I don’t know what was more electrifying, her soft lips or the curly mane of blonde hair that spilled…