I wish — My soul transformsinto a birdso I can fly, high up the skyand drenchin the…
Flash Fiction
I scour my hands, scrubbing them under scalding water. I rub and brush and buff and rinse…
The first thing he’s aware of is the light, a chink of light slicing through the heavy curtains and piercing the corner of his eye like…
A 50-word Micro-fiction
Why did you beat Martha, Gerald?