Flash Fiction #8

This is wrong, very wrong, Clara thought as she lay awake just an arm's length away from Evelyn. One shouldn’t have these kinds of feelings. The train’s rocking would normally have put her right to sleep, as it had on the first leg of their journey south. However, her guilty thoughts plagued her that evening. … Continue reading Flash Fiction #8


Flash Fiction #7

Dearest Caroline, I hope this letter finds you well. Your postcard is hanging on my vanity mirror. Is Paris really as beautiful as the photos make it look? I’m not sure I could convince Mom and Dad to pay for me to visit after everything that has happened. They think you’re a bad influence (which … Continue reading Flash Fiction #7