Flash Fiction: Fleas on a Griddle by Mark Tulin
We giggle a lot and engage in baby talk. Her four stuffed animals lay in different positions at the footContinue Reading
We giggle a lot and engage in baby talk. Her four stuffed animals lay in different positions at the footContinue Reading
I was held hostage in the backseat of my dysfunctional family, surrounded by borderlines and controlling geeks. “Keep calm,” IContinue Reading
We drove past the Philadelphia Zoo and turned onto the City Avenue ramp. These were my uncle’s people. PeopleContinue Reading
When Miles arrived at work, the office staff greeted him with funny looks, some were either giggling or bentContinue Reading
I walk down the street looking at my reflection in each car window. I see a wrinkled face, a bent-overContinue Reading






