Thursday I gave in. I got YET ANOTHER email from NYC Midnight about the Flash Fiction Challenge this past weekend. I’m in a writing group, in which about half of us are dedicated NYCM writers. I was not writing this time. Nope. NOOOO. Not me. Busy summer with kiddos, business, working on edits for my…
This was me, at oh-dark-thirty on Saturday morning! (Sort of.) The prompts went live for the NYC Midnight Flash Fiction Challenge #2 at 2359 Friday night. I was fast asleep, but woke early (thanks, Mother Nature), saw my prompts and my imagination went wild! Don’t you love when that happens? Let the forum feedback frenzy…
Beads of sweat slip down her skin. The leather of her shoes sticks to her feet. White heat bounces off stucco walls. Identical alleyways, one after another. Salt laden air drifts through, teasing her left. Waves pound rocks. The sound swirls in her ears, pulling her right. How did I get here? How do I get out? She rounds a…
The road less traveled. The way paved with good intentions. Neither quote eases the pain, unravels the coil of struggle wound tight in my soul. The Road Not Taken. Mr. Frost found words that resonate. Where would I be now, had I followed the other path? I stare up the broken steps.The road I chose…
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