The next morning, the fancy flower is limp, petals dry, brown. It’s over. Loneliness grips Elwood, as if the vivid colors and fruity scent were a charming houseguest whose sudden departure shrunk his world.… more
Writer: Liz deBeer
Torn
FLASH FICTION by Liz deBeerFeet apart, hands out like the Scale of Justice, you weigh who you were with who you are.… more
