Tag Archives: Flash Fiction

The Villa

“I was a tremendous bocci player back in the day, tremendous.” Pauly looked at Ugo, who had just uttered the statement. They were in the dining hall, post-lunch, sipping espresso….


Hell was quiet, just a small whitewashed room with a blue curtained window they never opened and the smell of antiseptic permeating the wrinkled bedspread the nurse had fixed lopsided,…

Santa Cruz Sex Cult

Skirting along the California coast on Highway 1, drivers occasionally point a finger up to a seemingly random assortment of hills just north of Santa Cruz. “That’s the place if…