When She Moved to New York

No one stopped to look. And that was okay, was all right, was for the best. When she moved to New York, a few people told her she would be missed. The few there were were close at least, loved her dearly and deeply, and that was a comfort. But now she is here, her … Continue reading

Flash Fiction: In My Dream, or, the Fountain of Youth

For obvious reasons, real names have been changed. David is not the name of the person in my dream. We’ll leave it at that. And yes, this was MY dream from MY brain, so please don’t steal this and claim it as your own. Thanks! “Closer, closer,” the wind says. I am having a hard … Continue reading