First place – AlburyCity Short Story Award 2021 She’s all I think about; she’s in the marrow of my bones. My sweet little Sumi, with her tiny baby hands and sweep of midnight hair, soft against her delicate skull. Sumi, with her flawless latte skin and beaming dark eyes. I wonder how much she’s grown …
First place – Untitled Short Story Competition 2020 Published in Untitled – Issue Nine Yoga isn’t just stretching. The magic happens when you still your mind long enough to actually feel the pain that courses through you like stormwater, then breathe through it anyway. From the start, when Bliss would say things like that, Ashley …
Published in Tincture Journal, Issue 8. It’s like lingerie, Max always says. You don’t find something that makes you feel a million dollars at Kmart. You want real silk, a garment fitted perfectly to your body, something that feels cool and sensual against your skin. Choosing a fragrance is the same, she says. You should be treated …
Published in the Sleepers Almanac No. 9, 2014 They’re crazy, these girls who want to get married. Look at them all in their white lace, drowning in silk and tulle and crepe de chine. They buy our magazine and before they know it they’re crying like it matters over whether their bridesmaids should wear lilies …
Published in Tincture Journal, Issue 7 and Writers Bloc. Every Thursday at half past five she goes to see the Professor. It’s cold this evening, and she shivers as she closes the iron gate behind her, clack-clacking up the path in her heels. She rings the doorbell and waits, flanked by the two olive trees that sit …