I bow my head in prayer. A freezing wind leaps through the window, clutching my warmth between its brittle arms. Mice rattle through the attic. Doors creak open, sleepy hinges urging them to keep still.
Amen. I look up. The house said what I could not.
YOU ARE READING
Flash Fiction and Short-Shorts
De TodoAll stories here are 1000 words or less. Though small, they are big in meaning. There are also writing prompts for the dreaded block. The Rochambeau drawing is inspired by one of his portraits; the Lafayette one is not. If you are witty often enou...
