Flash Fiction
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Tread Lightly
She was never right – that’s what they all used to say. Her father, in the few years before he’d left, couldn’t stand, or understand, the way loud noises and bright colors affected her. Then there were her sensitivities to… Continue reading
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Forward, to the Past
Charles Rutherford Ashbe, Charlie, can’t believe what he’s hearing. Sell it for parts. Pennies on the dollar is better than nothing at all. We should have liquidated years ago. The bloated, nepotistic, factionist board of directors. He notes their panic,… Continue reading
