Someone started a fire in my backyard. It wasn’t obvious at first. It smoldered out of sight among the roots. It burned away the flowers’ vitality. It left in its wake the brittle brown shadows of plants. It climbed slowly, … Continue reading Fire
I’m writing this at a very late hour and I need to be up ridiculously early tomorrow. Forgive me any ramblings, typos, or grammar mistakes. Short form seems to be the way to go for me right now, so I’ve … Continue reading Experiments in Writing – Flash Fiction
Staring Out A Window 