Pinwheel {flash fiction}

I got my first pinwheel at a Fourth of July parade, sweating on a steaming curb. I was five years old at the time, and I could show you I knew it too, five pudgy fingers spread wide. Women on stilts with star-spangled pants tossed pinwheels to the kids below. I’d like to think I... Continue Reading →

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Out to Lunch {Flash Fiction}

Out to Lunch “Can I get you something to drink, Mr. Randal?” the waitress asked. “No thanks ma’am,” he said, “I got some juice boxes out in the truck.” The waitress clicked her pen into her apron pocket and forced a smile while three boys in flannel shirts at a nearby table raised eyebrows at... Continue Reading →

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