Flash Fiction: Paris rooftops, lost love.
Moan, groan, the 16-zone…
It’s not an out-of-body experience, exactly. But I swear – REALLY – I can morph myself into a 16-year old. Sort of. Yeah, yeah, sure, sure you’re saying to yourself. A 16-year old boy? OK. I admit that’s more difficult, but I can remember what it was like to be that age. Besides, I have […]