I am happy to announce that a flash fiction piece of mine has been accepted for publication in Flash Fiction Magazine! I will post an update once it is published. For now, here’s a picture of my face.
You have an odd way of requiring “sir”.
Respect ground out of hurt, your status unearned.
A tremble of doubt, a flame to snuff out
a light like a feather, she’s hushed—all the better.
She’ll beg and she’ll bruise
The chamber you use
to hide all your faults
Your money: her vault.