The daffodils had come in early this year. Almost too early for comfort. Nars crunched through the frost-bitten grass, the morning mist curling around his…
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Tag: flash fiction
“I can’t read the name,” Liala whispered, her voice catching in the crisp bite of autumns wind. She crouched by the lichen embraced stone, its…
By Jenna Lapointe On my way to the campsite I saw a man sitting under an otherwise empty pavilion though it was his bright yellow…