flash fiction

The bread had to be store-bought and white, of course, so as not to raise a red flag among my classmates. I still see rebellion in a ham sandwich.

It was a tradition of theirs. When siblings Sue and Johnny went home to their mother’s for Christmas, they watched the 11 o’clock local news.

She got too high while watching The Bachelor and had a misanthropic breakdown.

Okay, so maybe she didn’t really understand feminism.

Alison learned from her grandmother how a plastic smile could take you places—especially in a place like Hollywood.

“Don’t you smash that cake in my face, or I’ll never forgive you,” she said, and she never did, not really.

“You are the naked girl on horse, yes?” he said, approaching her table from across the café patio.

For thirteen days, we have walked near each other, but not too near.