Flash Fiction

[Fiction Friday]

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.”