Last time I took a picture of my uncle, just back from the front, in the warehouse where we store the supplies, and my uncle warned me not to allow geolocation to track the photo. Now I am sure that it was me that killed him, me and my fucking Snapchat.… more
Writer: Benedict Pignatelli
Manly Tears
FLASH FICTION by Benedict PignatelliHe wasn’t scared, or upset, or panicking. He was a man, he was angry. Full of rage. These were rageful tears.… more
