Flash Fiction: Pictures Of You

The sky is burning. There is a layer of red on the horizon, a plume of smoke cutting through the sunset. No way to escape, now. No where to go. I lie in bed and toss and turn and finally when I realize that sleep will never come I still myself. I stare up at … Continue reading

Flash Fiction: The Room

He sits on a chair in the middle of a dark, dingy room. He waits, as always, for the door to open, for someone to come in, for someone to rescue him from this place. No, he is not bound to the chair. His feet are not nailed to the cracked and moldering floor of … Continue reading