Necessary Fiction was kind enough to publish a trifecta of flash fiction, all of it a clear indicator that I was having bad luck dating. “Options” got listed by Wigleaf as a Top 50 Short Fiction for the year.

“Avoidance” begins:

“Robert tells me I talk about food when I’m not getting any. He says, “People turn all tuna tartare when sex isn’t an option” as I recount the seafood bisque I had with Greg, my latest ex, the night we broke up last week. A couple of years ago Robert and I started messing around out of boredom. Some Jodie Foster number on cable and my hand worked its way under his belt, slid beneath the band of his boxer briefs until he leaned into me so close I could feel the hiccups of his body. Eventually, the fooling around stopped. He said handjobs without love just don’t amount to much…”

To read all three pieces, click here.