If I were my sister, I wouldn’t be like my mother; our mother: the flesh behind the neon sign that screams GIRLS.
If I Were My Sister – published in Passages North, Neutrino Short-Short Prize, Honorable Mention
Concrete Worm – published in Hayden’s Ferry Review, selected for Best Small Fictions 2025
"Dad said people like him are meant to be loyal to what hurts them."
We Live In Yellow – originally published in FlashFlood, Finalist for the Best of the Net award 2025
"Pepper-black phone numbers stick to our fingertips like crushed ants as we pick out his name..."
To All the Copies of Us – Third Prize winner in Bath Flash Fiction Award 2023
"To the soccer-patterned rubber ball, easy to kick, making us laugh every time it hits our shins with a burp sound..."
Cheap Sea – published in Passages North, Issue No. 45
"...I study a dark, damp patch in the corner of the vomit-green ceiling. My brother would say it droops like an octopus, floating in the smell of chlorine."
When The Birds Go Quiet – Published in Fractured Literary and nominated for Best Microfiction
"When the birds go quiet, the girls kneel by the oak’s feet and start digging."
The Possessive Form – Longlisted for the Bath Flash Fiction Award
"At school, we’re learning about the possessive form: The man’s room. The man’s shadow. The man's tight-lipped smile."
Flying carpets are overrated – originally published by NFFD’s FlashFlood
"If this carpet would ever get the chance to wish for something, he would not wish for the ability to fly."
Baby Chick Flutters on the Asphalt – published in the Oxford Flash Fiction Prize Anthology
"Dead keeps appearing in my head when I practice saying Dad, which freaks him out, or maybe makes him happy, as I never call him that."
Somewhere in Eastern Europe, a Tiger Hides in a Puffy Jacket – Published by SmokeLong Quarterly, Issue seventy-eight — THE SMOKELONG QUARTERLY AWARD FOR FLASH FICTION 2022
"What if I looked out the bathroom window in the middle of the night and caught the icy glint of a military tank’s barrel turning towards our block, and now I’m shaking my daughter out of her bed, telling her we’re going on a mission..."
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