Flash Fiction Friday: #2
Goose bumps blister my flesh. I should be used to this, but my body’s chemistry makes it feel like this is the first time this has happened to me. It’s been years though, and it tires me out to think back on when it started, how long it’s been, and how long I have to…
Flash Fiction Friday: #1
I didn’t mean to hit him, I don’t think. I don’t really know, and I won’t actually remember much. I probably pulled out my whiskey when I started to grade those papers, and there’s no one in my office to say anything about that. It must have been hours I was there, since I recall…
The Only Child 