Flash Fiction by Maria Romasco Moore
The truth of it is that every single instant we are, all of us, obliterated and refreshed.
The truth of it is that every single instant we are, all of us, obliterated and refreshed.
I find the board bearing the bright bloom of my blood and push the splinter into place.
My thirst for water brought me to him.
What passions rage in my heart, is that what you mean?
He told us all about bears and what to do when we met one.
On the day the office burned down and everyone died, Rosh thought, 'That’s it, I’m retiring.'
There’s a shedder or two in every family.
One time I do skip one, but Mamma and Mr. Leon are on the blanket smiling at each other and don’t see.
What we interpret as entropy is only our preference for one state of matter over another.
'What are you afraid of?' Carla asked. 'You can’t get hurt on your wedding day.'