Pussycat lay draped over the side of the rowboat, her paw trailing listlessly in the water. Every few minutes a fish would swim up to examine the ripples, only to dart back to the safety of the depths when Pussycat took a swipe.
If I could have a superpower
A power of any kind
Without a doubt, I think I’d pick
The power to read your mind
After several weeks of RL-inflicted silence, I return thanks to an irresistible Chuck Wendig flash fiction challenge. You shouldn’t need me to tell you which of the twenty conflict scenarios I wrote about. Hope you enjoy! The Road to St Ives “It says here that the Apocalypse has been predicted.” Mavis Merryweather glanced at her husband, his grey comb-over just about visible behind the top of the newspaper held aloft before his… Read More