Library whispers anytime someone walks past the office chair that has been unoccupied for weeks.
This week we I thought I would try some flash-fiction. My favourite flash fiction story of all time is attributed (maybe) to Hemmingway.
For sale: baby shoes, never worn.
I saw the play Annie the other day. One of the lines in the play pierced me to the core. It is it’s own flash fiction story.
“I’m sorry I’m not a boy.”