Flash Fiction

When The Crepe Myrtle Whispers

Did Wendell Imagine Things?

Looking up and down the street, one could see the Crepe Myrtles blooming. The purples, pinks, and even white-pink mix attest to the diversity of this beautiful plant.

Frequently, Wendall Marsden would take a deep breath and peer out his home/office window to see his neighbor’s tree across the…



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Don Feazelle

Writer, philosopher, humorist, observer of life, an all-around lovable guy.