May 21st – Friday’s Flash Fiction – My Own Chaos

White was a great color for going walks along the seashore. For window shopping in the city. Eating ice cream with friends.  It was the worst color to wear traipsing through flames, cooling debris, and small whirlwinds of black ash.  “None of this is going to wash out,” sighed Allison, holding one of her fewContinue reading “May 21st – Friday’s Flash Fiction – My Own Chaos”