Flash Fiction: The Garbage Bag by Mark Tulin
The homeless man who wanders the beach every morning spotted a garbage bag that was partially buried in the sand.Continue Reading
The homeless man who wanders the beach every morning spotted a garbage bag that was partially buried in the sand.Continue Reading
Each rap on the door made his heart beat faster. He didn’t bother to look through the peephole. He knewContinue Reading
The man was friendly but Harold was fixated on the bubbling waters. There appeared to be a face forming onContinue Reading
The parties occurred every weekend and had plenty of love and closeness. Often there were brass bands to enlivenContinue Reading
Kyle gazes awkwardly at the barista. Whenever a pretty girl is kind to him, even remotely, he falls inContinue Reading
My Aunt rushed home, loaded a cat carrier into her car and returned to the oak tree. She gentlyContinue Reading






