Flash Fiction, tutto e niente

No! Mad!

Smoke. Strong coffee. The sweet grassy smell of evaporating dew. Birds singing as the sun rose. That delicious sense of freedom. And quiet. Not knowing where she’d be tomorrow. Relishing her role as momma’s “little nomad.”   A tiny but furious voice interrupted her reverie. “No! Mad!” Shaking off the past, she turned to now.… Continue reading No! Mad!

Flash Fiction, tutto e niente

Keeping it Real

Mom always hated grandma’s house. She complained constantly. “It’s like living in a funeral parlor. Flowers everywhere and all that ridiculously ugly gold crap. Hideous!” Thankfully. Gran refused to change a thing. Everything was old and kinda tacky but real. That’s what made it special. Her too. She was my safe place. A counter to… Continue reading Keeping it Real