Flash Fiction: Confusion


Confusion set in a few years ago, but recently its gotten worse. Before my mind went blank, I could remember the general direction of where the car was parked. But now, I seem to wander around the foggy sea of cars hoping that one of them is mine.

Excerpt from my story, Confusion on Friday Flash Fiction.

Flash Fiction: Old Converse


As I placed the donation pile into a large garbage bag for Goodwill, a flood of emotions hit me when I came across an old pair of hi-top Converse sneakers. They had holes in the soles and frayed edges, but I loved wearing them. Putting them in the trash bag made me feel guilty.

An excerpt from Old Converse at Friday Flash Fiction.