The Bridge // Flash Fiction

Below, at a thousand miles an hour, or so it seems at least, they soar past. Black, silver, blue, red, another silver, another red. One, two, three, a million more, smaller than your hand from where you stand. Like the moon compared to a thumbnail, you are a giant up here. Cold, white railings thatContinue reading “The Bridge // Flash Fiction”

Age Appropriate

I became aware yesterday of how pretentious I sound a lot of the time. Especially in writing. For example, in my last post “Shedding Skin”, I spoke about my experiences with losing friends and the act of dropping toxic people from my life. And as I was writing, I saw how out of my ageContinue reading “Age Appropriate”