TW Prizewinning Flash Fiction by Charlotte M. Porter
His father, Ronald “Beau” Rutledge, III, pronounced coin like co-win although he didn’t care a fig for teamwork.
His father, Ronald “Beau” Rutledge, III, pronounced coin like co-win although he didn’t care a fig for teamwork.
For days, weeks, even months, you slog onward as if hacking through switchgrass with a machete.
The mystic's flexible and poetic approach to spirituality is precisely what we need in our era of religious intolerance and conflict.
I imagined Atwood as a magician who had allowed herself to be handcuffed and locked in a box, just to show how easily she could break free.
Now I can’t decide if the story is worth rewriting, rethinking, or tossing into the burn barrel.