I am running behind on dinner thanks to a last minute work emergency and bumper-to-bumper traffic on the interstate . . .
Tag: flash fiction
“Suzy, did Lucas have Lucky Charms again for breakfast?”
“Keep Portland Weird.” I see it on signs all over town, but what does it even mean?
Ah, those eyes. You look into them, and you still see the fire, at least for a little while . . .
Flood Street. I wound up there after a long period of debauchery, or so I’m told . . .
I was one of Descent.com’s earliest customers, and surely I was first to inquire into a gap. It was only three generations into the future, this gap . . .
Reading is fundamental. It is also free at the public library, making it the activity of choice for mothers of young children everywhere . . .
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 . . .