A Flash Fiction Workshop
Gertie had a bunch of Koosh Balls— big ones the size of navel oranges, little ones like ping-pong balls, even one with a goofy plastic face and arms and legs poking out from its rubbery spines—tucked into the roots of the tree.
Who needs an MFA when you've got Twitter?
The mayflies hatch every summer from the banks of the Susquehanna.
Send me characters with strange obsessions.