Punishment
I can’t even remember why they put me in this stinkin’ place, the damn bastards. Seems to me like my drunken ass is always in trouble. But something’s wrong. I got bruises on top...
Category: Flash Fiction
#Flash Fiction – What the darkness promised.
Sounds bother me. So does light. It’s a thing you know, a condition. Although I can’t tell you what it’s called. People talking, clicking pens, supermarket lights, neon signs – it all hurts. It...
May #WritersPrompt – So This Is How It Ends
Crumpled, dust-streaked white shoes abandoned in a corner. Her shoes. When I notice them, I think to myself I must be dreaming. In this place, warfare is being waged on all the senses and...
