Haley Day Writes

A work of flash fiction with a silly twist

I stared at the amulet hanging from my neck as I cupped it in my hand. It had seemed like such a gift a year ago. I’d unearthed it from the…

Tatiana, paused as she passed the tall, majestic building. It looked familiar, like the tree she’d seen earlier in the day with the…

It was a nice day. Clear skies, moderate temperature, no wind; this was the calm before the storm. It was days like this that ended in…

The listing had said the Lover’s Seaside Hotel had “old charm”. It hadn’t occurred to me that “old” didn’t necessarily mean raggedy and…

“Mama, what’s this?” April held the photograph out for her mother to take.