Flash Fiction #1 Charlie Fields did not expect the day to go like this. Finally managing to crawl his way out of the vehicle, he cringed at the thought of the verbal lashing he’d get later from his boss. His suit was torn in several places, revealing road rash scattered across his arms and legs. Shards of glass clinked, and he looked up to see a woman pulling parts of what had once been a windshield out of her skin. A scowl covered her face as she marched around the poor excuse of a car over to him.More Like This
“Do you need help?” he managed to get out with a large grunt. She rolled her eyes, scoffing back.
“And give you the pleasure of telling your fellow men how you managed to save a damsel in distress--all while conveniently skipping the details on how you flipped the car?” He stared at her, brows furrowed. “Some corporate spy you are,” she muttered. “I had no idea that they were handing children guns and ba
Tin (Wo)Man.You had morning dust crusted around your eyes,More Like This
world peace resting on your face-
is this what love looks like?
A face that silences the noise of the crowd,
you make the streets of NYC go mute when you sing Beethoven,
and I am lost in your endeavors;
"I have to go,"
- you said
I never gave myself a second to think and you never gave me a chance,
though I held your secrets like life incarnate
all of mine drifted into the grasp of half-hearted maybe's and
But I can'