Tagged: Flash Fiction

This Neighbourhood 0

This Neighbourhood 

The houses were dressed in white clapperboard, at least one season past due a fresh coat. They stood sentinel, set too far back from the tarmac. The street didn’t go anywhere, didn’t come from...

Bad Coffee 2

Bad Coffee

Bad Coffee You will be down in the Big Smoke. The morning will be cold, not as cold as it has been, but still frosty, and damp. The dampness will accentuate the cold, and...