Call Me Verdean by Avitus B. Carle
I move to the third level of a parking garage after someone shoots a bullet through my cheeks.
Avitus B. Carle lives and writes outside of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Her flash has been published in a variety of places including Good River Review, HAD, Waxwing, Bending Genres, No Contact, and elsewhere. Her stories have been nominated for The Pushcart Prize, and her story, “Soba,” was included in the 2020 Best of the Net anthology. Her story, “A Lethal Woman,” will be included in the 2022 Best Small Fictions anthology. She can be found online at avitusbcarle.com or on Twitter @avitusbcarle.
I move to the third level of a parking garage after someone shoots a bullet through my cheeks.
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