Flash Fiction: Bootleg

It was late and the waning moon was high in the clouds as the Hearse rolled into town. The truck’s headlights sliced through the fog. Thomas wiped his brow with the red pocket square plucked from his suit jacket. He was close. It was just then that a man strode down the center of theContinue reading “Flash Fiction: Bootleg”

View from the Bottom of a Glass

The room is crowded with conversation. Laughter expands; presses on the walls and windows that strain to hold it in. Whispered secrets form the fog that floats on the tile floor. Everyone steals a glance at new figures in the door. Each face scanned slyly in search of a missing lover. There are no peopleContinue reading “View from the Bottom of a Glass”