Flash Fiction

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When I weep, granules of sand roll down my cheeks instead of tears. Within my internal desert, once filled with starlight and birdsong, I cry over loves snatched by death, while sand piles up at my feet, and I feel myself sinking among the arid desolation, cactus spines, and carcasses.   Now it’s your turn. […]

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A flash fiction piece to start your day. Enjoy! From the mountaintop, Sven shook the last of the ashes from the urn. He stood with a mouthful of regret. Regret that his mouth was open when a perfectly-timed squall came up the side of the mountain.