Your mind goes blank as 20 sets of eyes turn to look at you. You know this is not going to be pretty. You know it will only confirm what others suspect about you and what you sometimes believe about yourself …
Category: Flash Fiction
You can’t blame me for trying to forget you, but we both know I never will… I see you in the faces of strangers, in wilting flowers and rotting fruit and stale coffee…
otherwise unremarkable 