Flash Fiction – Page 6

Musical Chairs

I often wonder what it would be like to take on a lover again. When I was young, making love was so simple, I would just pretend he was someone else and the climax was spectacular. Admittedly the afterglow was decidedly flat.

Immortal Spaniel

The world bloomed red in small startling places and she searched for the sear and pucker of the color in the dead of winter.

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