Leaving Early-Conclusion

I lowered the glass. “I guess I’m just not a wine or blood enthusiast. And I’m sorry, what are your names, again?” “Bad, worse and worst,” Brad’s voice interrupted from behind me. He knocked into my hand, threatening to spill the wine. It’s Brad vs. Bad. “Now that would be a loss, wouldn’t it?” he…

My website…

where flash fiction based upon WeirdBook Facebook posts goes to die. Or was it Weird Tales? I can never keep them apart. My child never came home. I remember the last day I saw her. I remember the shirt she wore. I remember struggling it over her shoulders. I remember the debate, pink pony, purple…

Last to leave the party

She knew it was too late when She locked the front and couldn’t get back in. She knew it was too late when She called her spouse and he wasn’t answerin’ She knew it was too late then. She knew it was a hopeless cause When she tried to call her boss She knew it…