Chad fumbled with the balloon bouquet Dad thrust at him through the doorway. We were both startled as Dad turned heel and…
It’s a lifetime since your pipe’s acrid smoke wafted up to fog the lantern room. The adjacent cottage continues to lay dormant…
The clouds looked so close you could almost touch them. In fact you could.
A pact with a singular outcome, a distraction to pass the time …
My littlest sister had a crush on the garbage man, which was lucky for mum as he only came once a week. If it had’ve…
A hundred and ninety dollars?!?!?
It wasn’t meant to end like this. I was meant to die a hero.
A flash fiction of epically silly proportions