flash fiction

She gropes for attention while he dies in the other room.

Surviving the Apocalypse didn’t mean they couldn’t enjoy a little romance.

She doesn’t know how to communicate the feeling that all is for nothing, nothing is normal.

At Monster High, Jimmy Werewolf gets another demerit for forgetting to shave again.

A bloated mother in her polka dot one-piece gnaws on a corndog while reading the romantic pulp she picked up on her way out of the supermarket . . .