When I was a pre-teen my cousin would ask, “Do you have a boyfriend?”
Category Archive: Flash Fiction
Hot wet tears run down my cheeks and under my collar.
Dante likes to tell stories.
Marguerite had always feared dying in a fire.
When I was a pre-teen my cousin would ask, “Do you have a boyfriend?”
Hot wet tears run down my cheeks and under my collar.
Dante likes to tell stories.
Marguerite had always feared dying in a fire.
