Follow me and – if compelled – count every word. This is the start of a flash-fiction journey. Stick around for the ride and fuhgeddabout everything else.
Imagine something so stark, so grim you can’t unsee it. It’s etched into the deepest part of your consciousness and subconscious that erasing it would take more than a subpar lobotomy from an under-qualified physician’s assistant. It’s something so profoundly splintering it causes you to question its legitimacy. Paul experienced that moment when he put... Continue Reading →
Good ideas rarely come from someone navigating the blistering cold without a coat, who is suffering from a frozen face, half frozen appendages and a broken spirit.
Although I didn't care to admit it then, or at least I didn't realize it at the time, what was waiting for me at home on that hot summer day was inevitably on the horizon. Continue on to read more of this fictional short story about a 90s tomboy and what lead to her final summer day in Brooklyn.
Kristina M. Nasuti