Under the Tracks
Poppies in the rear view mirror. I look back, and I imagine what I remember. Red blossoms across a white shirt, a white throat. Flanders Fields, for an army of […]
Poppies in the rear view mirror. I look back, and I imagine what I remember. Red blossoms across a white shirt, a white throat. Flanders Fields, for an army of […]
Another one of Chuck’s Flash Fiction Challenges, from Terrible Minds. This comes in at exactly 1000 words. * * * “What have you done?” He stood next to where I […]
If she was the original sinner, damned for knowing, I imagine she won’t mind that growing — cynicism in her veins the gathering mistrust of everything she was supposed to […]