May 7th – Friday’s Flash Fiction – MAYHEM

 There was nothing shy about the sign. It had been painted twice, once, at the beginning, in small print on the stairs. Then, when nothing bad happened, it was larger, on the side of the building. MAYHEM it proclaimed. And the people who wrote the word made good on their promise. There was mayhem everyContinue reading “May 7th – Friday’s Flash Fiction – MAYHEM”