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
“This isn’t Arizona, Morrie,” Jaina said. “This is Santa Paula, California. Now take off your jacket and have aContinue 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
We drove past the Philadelphia Zoo and turned onto the City Avenue ramp. These were my uncle’s people. PeopleContinue Reading






