Flash Frog

By the time Mom has disappeared under the sheets, surrendering to an eighties’ playlist heavy on Depeche Mode and Talking Heads, it is too late to reel her back. She has seen everything, all the tragic secrets of time and microbiology. As she rolls…

It started with a school project: Tell the class about your favorite animal. For most of the kids in Zoom kindergarten, this meant explaining what they liked about pandas or badgers or giraffes. Then my kid told them about Komodo dragons. Cannibalism, venom glands,…

He says it meant nothing, but the image won’t disappear. His face pressed to the wet between her legs. How was it? Don’t tell me. Yes, tell me. No, don’t. Maybe the three of them—bad idea. But maybe? She would have preferred something cliche….