Flash Fiction – Page 4

The White Narcissus

Lydia Ink Flash Fiction / Short Fiction

I’ll wed in April. I’ll wed when the dew is like diamonds upon the white of narcissus, its deep red heart like the beating of mine.

Can I Blame My Nature?

Lydia Ink A Short, Short Story / Flash Fiction

So you can see, it wasn’t my fault. I wasn’t out to distract him. I wasn’t out to gain his attention. I found him attractive, sure, but I didn’t flash my eyes at him and beg him to chase me down. I’m just not that kind of… person.

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