The train rocked.
Flash Fiction
Hearing a voice, Tyrone craned his neck cautiously around the end of the tall, metal bookshelf. The…
Talk to yourself like an idiot — no wonder everyone stares. To the right, step to the…
Henry kicked off his shoes at the door. “I didn’t see him,” he said.
Harold tossed the gum wrapper toward the garbage can on the sidewalk and shoved the piece of…
He didn’t remember where it had come from. It was possible that it had been mixed with his…
Peter placed the camera toward the boulevard. Once he opened the lens, it would take several minutes…
We stood near Mr. Clancy on the playground. Mary and I didn’t have anyone to play with. Well…