Woodland Wedding and Other Stories
March 4, 2015Flash Fiction by Anna North
'What are you afraid of?' Carla asked. 'You can’t get hurt on your wedding day.'
'What are you afraid of?' Carla asked. 'You can’t get hurt on your wedding day.'
The night before Leonard Nimoy died, I happened to be looking over images of Spock.
By the time the last clip of hair fluttered to the floor, he was a teenager.
On our stoop, luck clears its throat like a Mormon missionary and walks away.
The novella-in-flash, divided into tiny bits of action, mirrors life this way.
swimming laps/the pool full/of unspoken words
I’d like to think I average at least 10,000 words a day on my Kindle when I’m using it, but right now, I have no idea how much I read.