In Two Hours; or, You Would be Mistaken [Flash Fiction]

I don't understand the love that needs to lie to itself to go on loving, she said. She paused. She said no more on this. She continued to look out the kitchen window at the sparrows flocking on the fire escape this morning. If your son or daughter is an asshole, and I mean a … Continue reading In Two Hours; or, You Would be Mistaken [Flash Fiction]