Category Archives: Friday flash fiction

Zara has never trained, other than a handful of aikido classes when she was eleven. She likes to read, devours everything she can find about esoteric weirdness, occultism, fringe science, fringe religion and every pseudo-scientific conspiracy theory she can lay … Continue reading →

Zara Corman knew she wasn’t alone in disliking interviews with the police, but she had more experience of the process than most people. Her recent history involved an above-average number of crime scenes, dead bodies and pointed questions. She had … Continue reading →

If there’s another choice but to face what’s ahead, Zara can’t think of it. Then again, she’s here because of the dream, which probably means there was never another option realistically open to her. She’s debated free will and predestination … Continue reading →

Zara rubs her wrist, conscious she can no longer feel the weight of the bracelet. She wonders how it already feels like something she’s missing. She wore it through dinner, no more than an hour at most, and she remembers … Continue reading →

She can’t look at Ben, so she looks away to the stairs. It’s somehow worse in the dark, where shadows shudder in time to her unsteady grip on the phone. There’s nothing overtly different about the upward curve of plain … Continue reading →