I sat in the car looking out the window and trying to focus on what I had just witnessed in the back seat of the van. It had started out as a simple day . . .
Tag: flash fiction
The body was crumpled on the floor. Purple blood spilled away, taking the shape of a crooked tree . . .
We get a lot of bad press, you know, and none of it is warranted. For years people have been writing about “The Satanists of Kings Park” . . .
All truth is crooked; time itself is a circle. —Nietzsche
Had I actually just dropped Leland? The red-winged blackbirds seemed to think so. . .
I have two daughters, both over the age of five. I never expected to raise boys . . .
“Sheila, make my shower extra hot today,” I say, walking to the bathroom . . .
She should have known something was wrong when the beach resembled a desert . . .