Flash Fiction: Poster Boy by Mark Tulin
“I imagined that the butterflies were all the dead Holocaust victims rising up again. They rose from the furnaceContinue Reading
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“I imagined that the butterflies were all the dead Holocaust victims rising up again. They rose from the furnaceContinue Reading
Multitasking and running on autopilot, my mind gets caught between gears. Up a snowy incline, down a slick road,Continue Reading
The yellow sun shines through the porthole of a sushi bar where I eat a rainbow roll with tuna, freshlyContinue Reading
Relaxing under the chassis, hand holding wrench, grease dripping down into the pan. With each oil change, he feels aContinue Reading
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