it’s not you—it’s me

“I’m just never going to be real with you, even if I love you,” said the imitation crab. — flash fiction | Tommy Tung — — art | Kawahara Keiga —   Let’s stay connected on Facebook Twitter Instagram

then october came

I had no face until she painted it, and for a while, this worked. Then October came and so did the rain. Without eyes, I couldn’t find my way back to her. Without a mouth, I couldn’t ask for help.

sphaira

On the day Sphaira didn’t love me anymore, she said, “Delta, I don’t love you anymore” and she went towards the vanishing point. I walked after her but she kept shrinking and shrinking. I stopped at a diner, blackened my

the color of milk

She was taking laundry to the Laundromat and I asked, “Why are you taking laundry to the Laundromat?” and she said she wanted to see her socks somersault in the dryer, and I said I’d install a glass door in