My Mothers House- Flash Fiction

My Mothers House
By Mark Mika
Even when my father lived, it was my mothers’ house. My mother would let my father think it was his house every Wednesday. He’d close up our little butcher shop early, burst through the door smiling bold and big and plop down a roast beef, wrapped in white butchers paper and [...]

“FORE”- Only the good die young- flash fiction

“FORE”
By Mark Mika
The midtown bar was as warm inside as it was frigid outside. The soft light was like a blanket, the dozens of tinkling voices, all carrying on different conversations, seemed to hold up the roof of the elegant room.
The heavy wood door burst open in an explosion of the afternoon light, cold [...]

Sister-Flash Fiction

My folks said they gave up looking about two years after she left. In reality, they more or less collapsed from the inside out, like rotting wood, than actually giving up. Not me though. I spent hours searching up and down the strip. Sometimes driving, sometimes walking. Empty days sitting in one of the greasy [...]