Flash Fiction: Sands of Life
The old man sat on the beach. Waves caressed his feet as he reflected on his mortality. The sands in
The Story Cauldron: Flash Fiction, Short Stories, and Novel Nuggets
The old man sat on the beach. Waves caressed his feet as he reflected on his mortality. The sands in
TANNILLE: Why is everything I write crap? So flat, colourless. MUSE: You place too many restrictions on me. No more
PHOTO PROMPT © Jean L. Hays for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers. Other stories featuring the prompt can be found here. “As cute
PHOTO PROMPT © Anshu Bhojnagarwala for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers I use to be grand once. Shiny and reflective. Played for people on
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for her Friday Fictioneers Please note: 100% Fiction! Mum liked the fake roses. Then again,
Ice covered the bench just as it tombed Sarah’s heart. As the seasons changed her husband suffered an agonising death.