Flash Fiction: Rain Like Wine by Mark Tulin
“Hold me,” Karima demanded, no longer feeling like an alienated exchange student missing her country, but a self-assured youngContinue Reading
“Hold me,” Karima demanded, no longer feeling like an alienated exchange student missing her country, but a self-assured youngContinue Reading
I was unable to run to the door or reach for the wall phone. I tried to talk Huey downContinue Reading
The camp was only a few miles away. Marv kept imagining his face turning red, people pointing and laughing. ThenContinue Reading
Jared convinced himself that he didn’t want to go. In his mind, his father wasn’t worth the time ofContinue Reading
Build Me Up Buttercup was blaring from the big speakers in the rafters. The melody stuck in my head,Continue Reading
At first, I interpreted his stare as being judgemental. Perhaps he didn’t like bald men or the way IContinue Reading






