A piece of Flash Fiction for Armistice Day, 11/11/1918. This was supposed to be the end of war, but if was really the start of a much worse type of war.
The wife of Ambassador Kubisch led her guests into the foyer while the maid retrieved their coats. “I’m […]
my horrible face leers to suit my stagger seems to know all the particulars seen from the side […]
“We hired you because of your vision, James,” said the senior partner. “We gave you an opportunity here. […]
Marisol carefully washed herself in the basin. She used the perfumed soap Olán had given her for her […]
a shell and a shell and a shell all you can do is guess guess right, once it’s […]
They said it was the law that turned him out of the house. They lied, saying he could […]