Flash Fiction: Stirring the Coffee by Mark Tulin
Kyle gazes awkwardly at the barista. Whenever a pretty girl is kind to him, even remotely, he falls inContinue 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
I turned, and there was an adult pelican on the wooden rail with its mouth unable to open dueContinue Reading
They all looked so cute, especially a sleek Russian Blue with silky gray fur. He looked at me withContinue Reading
I fall asleep to the automobile tires spinning on asphalt, the screeching birds overhead, the peddling boys on bicyclesContinue Reading
He would call me a “pilgrim” and act like he was a tougher cowboy than me. Once I gotContinue Reading






