Flash Fiction by Joanne Avallon
It’s the kind of beauty she knows will disappear if she blinks.
It’s the kind of beauty she knows will disappear if she blinks.
Like a lot of people who adopt dogs, Clip was in need of rescue himself.
In summer, the Vineyard of those who live and work here year-round is barely visible to the untrained eye.
Sometimes I think creativity can only be released when you’re so goddamned bored there’s nothing else to do.
When people get frustrated because they don’t know what the book is about, it’s because they’re trying to turn it into a college term paper.