Flash Fiction: Girlhood

We rode the bus home together everyday, sharing snacks and drinking from the same water bottle. Our stop was in front of a blue-shutter-house with dead bushes. The front porch was crumbling. We walked to the end of the street together before going our separate ways.  One time, before parting, Alana made me laugh so [...]

Flash Fiction: Compassion

I wrote this piece of flash fiction on the plane home from California. Its influence is a collision of reading Jhumpa Lahiri's novel titled The Namesake and from spending the past weekend admiring old pictures of my great grandmother Marian. Compassion On the plane ride home from Mumbai, Wendy rummages through her purse, trying to locate [...]