Flash Fiction as Prose
Today I found myself feeling a bit ambivalent.
For the past year or more there has been a jar of turkey gravy sitting on the back of the pantry. The gravy came with…
My red car takes me where I need to go,even thoughI’d rather stay home.
There is a water glass on my table, droplets pouring down. Inviting, refreshing, quenching, cooling my tongue. Life-sustaining.