Civilian Casualties

Once the fire was extinguished, Ali searched the ruins. There was nothing of material value to be found—he knew this—the bomb had torn through his home as if it was made of paper mache.

Idyll/Idle

A tree branch falls. Nobody notices. The wind lifts and drops five dead leaves onto the sidewalk just outside God’s own, moss-covered house.

The Plight of a Housecat

Luna was glum; Luna was furious; Luna was hungry. Her human had forgotten to serve her her afternoon bowl of Meow Munch...

A Letter from My Broken Mind

I’m disappointed in you, at least a part of me is—the part of me that still had dreams for you; dreams of tomorrows better than yesterdays.