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  • Witch- A Flash Fiction

    Dad called my mother’s mother a witch. He said she saw a dancing sprite weaving in and out of flames, cast like a shadow on her bedroom wall, the night before a fire stole her middle child. The green curtains that hung on his bedroom wall were deemed to be the cause, she said, everyone…

  • The Green-Eyed Monster by Mike Robinson

    I don’t pretend to totally understand chaos theory: butterflies flapping their wings on the other side of the world seem distant and, if I’m honest, rather insignificant to me. Jealousy and envy – that I get. Who hasn’t been a little envious when their friend got the boy, the job, the promotion…? Mike Robinson skillfully…