“I work mostly in the genre of metafiction,” I said, not looking up from my monitor. “I’m not really interested in your story.”
Tag Archives: flash fiction
Three Crows
There were three crows, sat on different branches in the same tree. I lay on the soft grass beneath, staring up as the crows stared down.
Mark is a ghost
Pluto double feature.
On eggshells
A fond farewell
The schoolmaster was leaving the village and everybody seemed sorry. I assumed, in the way city people do about country life, that it was probably normal in a close community such as this.
Probably.