My grandma studied for her PhD at USC. One of the professors in the education department, Charles M. Brown, gave a couple short stories he wrote (or rewrote) to my mom. He’s now a professor emeritus at USC. Who knows what he’s up to or if he’s still puttering around. But his funny stories recently [...]
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WoFF: Aperture
This is the last fiction short of my Week of Flash Fiction. To those who read: kudos. To those who marked as read: whatever, man. Today’s is inspired by La Gamme Jaune by Frantisek Kupka, one of my favorite paintings. He dozed lightly, one finger curled into the middle of a collection of Baudelaire verse. [...]
WoFF: January
I wrote this about a year ago. It’s kind of a long one, but you’ve got seven minutes, haven’t you? It’s cloudy today. The sky is a blank white, a modern art painting that disappears into the cold open ocean. Footprints dig everywhere into the sand, the legacies of last night’s revelers and of this [...]
WoFF: Dinner party
Written in the style of Thomas Bernhard. He knew he had been invited not out of friendliness on the Berghemers’ part but as a point of interest, a half-line epithet used to lure people to their otherwise unbearable dinner party. He knew they would all be terrible bores themselves. Why did he come? he asked [...]
WoFF: Snowgirl
Your head is aching. A screw is tightening and your skull is shrinking and someone has taken the liberty of sucking the extraneous fluid from your eyeballs so they feel like two hard black rocks, the eyes of a snowman. You are a snowman, a snowgirl. Your skin is flaky and cold and white like [...]
