Swallow the key it sets you free, the mountain says in my fever dreams. Or not. We’ll see.

by Casey Flynn In two weeks I will find a stuffed unicorn under my daughter’s bed and when I pick it up it will tell me that in two years I’ll meet a woman at a writing conference who will say that t...

by Casey Flynn In two weeks I will find a stuffed unicorn under my daughter’s bed and when I pick it up it will tell me that in two years I’ll meet a woman at a writing conference who will say that t...

Fiction by Casey Flynn. The mouse twitches. Your eye twitches. Your heart twitches, punctured, in the empty wet expanse, until new companions arrive.