Marilyn stared down the silent flume of concrete and metal, her eyelid twitching apprehensively. In an underworld run amok, uncertainty was baked into the cake, but this was supposed to have been an elite operation! Marilyn Monroe This piece of flash fiction was written in response to: The Sunday Muse #231; Fandango’s One-Word Challenge: 'twitch';… Continue reading Down the silent flume
A Choka can't blame the agent station's hummin' right as rain can't blame the porter jus' followin' instructions can't blame the switchman he's professional as they come can't blame the driver timely, uneventful ride gotta blame myself shoulda checked the track number shoulda noticed the sunset Choka? The most intricate Japanese Poetry form is the… Continue reading Signs, or: Symbols
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