When to an end they succumb, When The Collector comes, Understand it’s like the uncontrolled descent of a parachute Or the fumbled baton in a relay race. Remember then that nothing belongs to you in the first place. Hear the pop When the string In your hand, Dear Kite King, Snaps. Oh, Gudi Badsha, Mistakenly... Continue Reading →
A flash fiction story of mine, entitled "An Ogre in Walmart", was accepted into Sirens Call Publications Magazine this month. It is available here ---> http://www.sirenscallpublications.com/ My story appears in issue number #43, Women in Horror 10, on page 73. Thank you so much for your support. May you all be well. Alhamdulillah.
“We’re here Mr. Randall. Home sweet home. Do you want me to give you a hand--” “No! Just leave it. My arms aren’t crippled, ya know. I can get it my own damn self.” “‘Course, Sir. My apologies,” the driver says and takes off his Patient Shuttle Service cap to wipe the perspiration from his... Continue Reading →