It didn’t start out this way. I was all over the place. Looking this way, looking that way. Hair flying around with heels-six-inch-high, palms-to-the-sky energy. Disco lights were in my eyes – in my soul! My heart pounded with bass lines. Glitter flew around and dreaming became reality. Now, it would seem, I’m an absolute waste.
Category Archives: Flash Fiction
Papier Mâché Chat
After he was set up in his perch, Iris turned around to see Miles’ shadow cast along the old wooden floor. She became giddy with excitement and turned back around to look for the car. Within minutes the Bonneville turned into the driveway…