She sat slumped, her hands face up, resting in her lap. Their weight like sandbags, barely holding the tissue that she would use to wipe the tears that fell onto her arms. It was just yesterday when he was still here. His blood spattered across the court. Today they washed the chalk lines and his…
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Words Like Niagara Falls: Flash Fiction
Words swarm me, exploding like fireworks bright and brilliant, full of meaning. Their essence heavy on my chest. Waiting for a chance to reveal themselves. Waiting to dive deep beneath the dark blue surface. For now, they wait. Held by responsibilities. Standing in a neat row. Protected and silent. Waiting for the door to burst…
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Teatime in Niagara: Flash Fiction
Flash fiction story for Friday Fictioneers. A short story of 100 words or less. This one about Maxx’s visit to Niagara and Ella’s wish to escape it.
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