Flash Fiction Link: Detox

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There was silence. My dad felt lower than any point in his life, even worse than the day my mother walked out on him. His shiny bald head reflected the harsh ceiling light; his blue eyes sparkled with tears. He knew that the bottle was destroying him from the inside out. He also knew that I was giving him an opportunity to get sober.

Excerpt from Detox.  Read Detox on Friday Flash Fiction.

Flash Fiction: Confusion

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Confusion set in a few years ago, but recently its gotten worse. Before my mind went blank, I could remember the general direction of where the car was parked. But now, I seem to wander around the foggy sea of cars hoping that one of them is mine.

Excerpt from my story, Confusion on Friday Flash Fiction.

Crow Friday: The Blanket

It’s not just a blanket

Of yarn and red silk

That her father

Bought for her to hold.

It covered her spirit.

It warmed her soul.

It protected her

From the monster’s shadows

That scaled

Her bedroom walls.

Although her father’s gone,

A piece of the blanket

Still remains.

The only thing left over

From the time

She was a fearful little girl.

©️mark tulin