Flash Fiction

“I once knew a man who was inside out, though he wore his hat in the usual way.” “This is you that I am referring to, Franz,” said Max, pointing to the page he was reading.

I moved to Orlando, known as The City Beautiful and The Theme Park Capital of the World.

People refer to storms in terms of time — of the century, millennium.

I get a call at 7:10 in the morning and I hear a girl say, “Evie just fell off Aaron’s roof!” “I don’t know anyone named Aaron,” I say without thinking.

People knew Lonnie because they saw him outside our high school each morning, smoking cigarettes across the street.