Short Story: The Cafe Throne
When I visit the cafe, I change seats about three or four times before I settle. It’s no science. I’m not a creep or anything. I just like my space. I like my spot—the corner window with the round...
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The water’s just too damn cold. Jake stood on the shore of California’s blue expanse, examining its horizon, noting the abnormalities under it. The ocean seemed empty to Jake. Sure, there was life...
View ArticleSaturday Short: Training Day
The following is flash fiction. Check out my other Saturday Shorts here. Training Day Fresh air and midday sun (through glass) taunted lungs, and the mothers and fathers, settled and unsettled; the...
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