Hopscotch? – A J Flanigan

There was heavy rain in the parking lot. Everywhere, really, but especially in the parking lot. Cracks as trenches in the puddles. Dots and circles. From the desk closest to the window, I couldn’t make out the dots, but there were the circles...

Sad Songs on Road Trips – A J Flanigan

A young woman, staring. Not at anything in particular, not up, and not too deep into nothing, but staring with blank, unfocused eyes somewhere near an open door. Spotlights flashing across her eyes, shifting, pulsating, shine against the rest of...

Category - Flash Fiction

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