If we can’t travel in person, we can through words. Movement and stasis.
Cooking with kids? Not exactly. I think we’ll stick with turkey sandwiches.
The heat of summer lingers. Flash fiction.
A flash of imagination. A road trip. A birthday for poetry.
Flash, firecrackers, and the Fourth of July.
Flash Fiction: Dreams twisting time, marriage, reputation…
Flash fiction: Celebrating 21 and accepting the days through time and distance.
Flash fiction: Old objects, reflective colors.
Dreaming of a room of one’s own filled with favorite books, and time enough to read them.
Fun with flash fiction fare. Fantasy… to fire up the weekend.