It’s none of her damn business, but it’s nice she’s acting like a mother. Annoying but normal-annoying. Better than her crying alone on the couch, like a decaying potato, oozing in the darkness.… more
Writer: Liz deBeer
One Nighter
FLASH FICTION by Liz deBeerThe 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
Torn
FLASH FICTION by Liz deBeerFeet apart, hands out like the Scale of Justice, you weigh who you were with who you are.… more
