Flash Fiction - A Wonderful Thing

A terminally ill youth dreams for three minutes before dying.

Something fuzzy touched his face, just above the bridge of his nose. Benjamin strained his gaze upward, but it leapt farther up his forehead. Alarmed, he swatted his face with his hands, though once they touched the culprit, he froze. Eyebrows. His fingers moved along them as he scrunched them together and moved them apart, and then he felt around the rest of his head. There was hair where his smooth scalp should be, and lots of it. It was curly, just like he thought it would be, and thick, so thick that he feared his small hands might get lost in it. But he twirled and tangled his fingers in it, all the while tilting his head back so he might catch a glimpse of the locks he thought might be brown. 

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Short Story - The Amazing Henry

A lighting technician's mundane life is interrupted when he falls off a ladder and lands on the ceiling of a strange house.

    Henry opened his eyes to see that he was much farther from dead than he first supposed, though he quickly shut them upon realizing the world had turned upside down. He must be imagining things. In a cautious sort of way, he began to let his eyelids part again, hugging his legs into chest as he did. He caught a glimpse of the wires that dangled from the ceiling of the house, only they were right in front of him, and within arm’s reach. A wave of motion sickness overtook Henry, and he forced his eyes closed to fight the sudden nausea that accompanied it. He was upside down. He tried to steady his writhing bowels long enough to recount the turn of events that led him here.


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