Flash Fiction: The Boat

Once upon a time, there was a boat. It was a simple boat, crafted by bare, rough hands in the heat of summer with carefully bowed planks of red cedar. It was large enough for two but never more than that, though that had never been a worry. There were only two, had only ever … Continue reading

Homesick

I am getting lost in the flea market. There are hundreds of aisles, hundreds of booths, hundreds of people walking through a wasteland of old chairs, VHS tapes, dolls with cracked faces. There are tables with peeling paint, cameras that have not worked in years but look cool, quilts someone’s grandmother made. There are tarnished … Continue reading