Flash Fiction: The Chain by Mark Tulin
I turned, and there was an adult pelican on the wooden rail with its mouth unable to open dueContinue 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
We giggle a lot and engage in baby talk. Her four stuffed animals lay in different positions at the footContinue Reading
When Miles arrived at work, the office staff greeted him with funny looks, some were either giggling or bentContinue Reading






