Trunk Story
A plastic wheelie bin had just gone skittering down the road when Colly Glennon heard his son roaring.
Topic
Flash Fiction
A collection of 3 issues
Narcissus the Narcissist
“Ethan, are you ready yet?” Jessica’s voice drifted down the hall, sharp, like the clack-clack-clack of her heels against the hardwood floor. Impatient, as usual. “We’re going to be late.”
Reekers
So I prophesied as I was commanded; and as I prophesied, there was a noise, and suddenly a rattling; and the bones came together, bone to bone. Indeed, as I looked, the sinews and the flesh came upon them, and the skin covered them over; but there was no breath in them. — Ezekiel 37:7-8