Flat Character“I’ve got a new story in mind,” she said, poking her head through his door. She left, under the impression he would follow.Flat Character22 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Hey.” She looked back in. The windows were shut, for once, blinds drawn. He was sitting in one of his rickety old folding chairs, leaning forward enough to rest his chin in his hands. He stared straight ahead. “Michael,” she said, “Come on.”
“Is that my name this time?” he muttered.
“What do you mean? It’s your real name.” She stepped the rest of the way through his door.
“I’m always named something different. Nathan. Ian. Mark. Evan. Sometimes I’m just a nameless ‘him’.”
She gave him an exasperated look. “Is that seriously what this is about?”
“Then what’s the problem?”
“The problem,” he said, standing up, “is that you have all these ‘different’ chara
AT - Panic! At the ParkThe crowd jostled Fumero, people of all sizes and ages pressed up against him with sticky hands and sweaty bodies. Little kids screamed for more cotton candy and funnel cake, while their parents ignored them, to tired from the heat to even try to calm their children. Each of the rides appeared as though they had been in use for decades on end without any repairs at all. It did not take long for the fit Echo to realize that this was more of a rundown carnival than an actual amusement park. He had wanted to take Pura by the hand and get them both out of here; maybe take her to that new cake shop that had just opened up as an apology for this trip turning into such a nightmare.AT - Panic! At the Park4 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
But then he had looked over at her and saw that the usually sullen girl was starry eyed with wonder and interest. Her canine ears twitched every which way in an effort to absorb everything, while her bushy black tail was wagging ever so slightly. It had been so long since Fumero had seen her happy that he