Flash Fiction #19

“What’s up? You’ve been quiet since we stopped for lunch,” Xavier asked, glancing over at Kyle from the driver’s seat. Kyle sighed and leaned her head on her hand. “Nothing… I dunno… It just feels like I’m running away from my problems.” “Look at it this way - you’re starting over. We both are.” She … Continue reading Flash Fiction #19


Flash Fiction #18

  My mom left home at eighteen on the back of a Harley. That bike belonged to my dad and it took them all the way from the outskirts of Spokane to dad’s sleepy Oregon hometown. A year later, I showed up and they named me after mom’s favorite Fleetwood Mac song. Mom never talked … Continue reading Flash Fiction #18