The reflection of the lights danced around the swirling waters of Venice. Nightfall fell upon the floating city, the markets, water taxis, and ferries retired
“I would like the chicken fingers.” “I would like the chicken fingers, please.” “I would like…” “What are you doing?” Her voice broke my rehearsing.
You, sitting there drinking an iced latte with your friends. Me, thinking of what to say to you or how to even get your attention.
I spent some time with a friend recently, and probably will not again, who claimed that her high school boyfriend is now “gay”. “Oh, that’s
Thank you Pia of Finally Unchained for inviting me to participate in your “Masters of Writing Flash Fiction” contest. I did not expect writing a
Every day, I fear that I am going to receive a call that someone I love has passed due to the actions of someone else.