50-word Story
Thinking of you is like sipping my second cup of coffee of the day: not a yearning rush, just…
Flash Fiction
She lost a pearl earring, again. The third time.
They entered the aisle of pasta from different sides. He recognized her — it had been…
I hang my hand-washed white sweater
Behind the thin and shimmery rain,
We walk along the sidewalk narrowed
Little clips of life flash