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Sweet and Low
Gus settled into his favorite armchair, dark-red and stained with use. He leaned his cane against the table and looked around the room, waiting. His old eyes weren’t as sharp as they once were, but he always enjoyed coming in from a bright morning and watching the colorful lights playing over the empty tables and…
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Invisible Polly
Polly sat on the bench, her clasped hands tucked between her knees. Her mother, Rhonda, sat beside her, encircling her with her arms. “What do you think they’re going to say?” Polly asked. Rhonda thought of Sister Sabrina’s situation a few years earlier, and shook her head. “Whatever they say, we’ll abide by. They’re given…
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Carol’s Serum
“Is this you?” He was holding the aging, framed photo in his powdery soft hands. The photo showed a lithe, bikini-clad girl of twenty-two standing on an unpronounceable Thai beach, arms outstretched, the sky and the Andaman Sea in the background. He ran a finger down the glass. “Obviously.” She plucked it from his hands,…
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The Storm
Rainy days. They’re supposed to be for inside adventures – reading, forts, boardgames, hide-and-seek. But in the 90s we were too occupied with television, video games, and CDs to really experience them that way. When the skies would darken, lightning flashing, thunder growling, and rain dumping, streaming from the gutters in transitory rivers, my sister…
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The Beginning
It began with a flash of inspiration, a whisper from the muses, a bubbling up from the depths of the fathomless unconscious mind. Isn’t that incredibly annoying? As human beings, we’re inherently creative. Artistically or otherwise, we’re the creators of our reality, at least on a personal level. And I don’t know about you, but…
IFFY FICTION
Where Fiction is Truth, and Vice Versa
IFFY FICTION 