Flannel: Short Story Part 4 of 4

She began putting her gear into the pack with careful precision. Every ounce counted. Her toothbrush was missing most of … More

Flannel: Short Story Part 3 of 4

I knew I had been adopted, this hadn’t been a secret. While my brothers and my sister looked like apples … More

His hands were rough and he smelled like dirt and rotten peaches at the end of every day. Gary Henderson … More

I struggle to make this decision. My hands automatically want to write in first person, as if I am telling … More