First and Last Day Out of the Asylum
…I pass DO NOT ENTER in flashing neon, in red letters on white-painted metal too, and as “Mrs. Robinson” fades, I buckle my seatbelt and stomp on the gas because there are people on this overcast Sunday freeway who must be shown how to live… <<read more>>
~ September 2011 Issue of Eclectic Flash
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…The color’s all the rage, you said. I hadn’t believed you. I couldn’t. Not carpet the color of the mashed garden peas you fed to Sheila one tiny spoonful at a time… <<read more>>
~ September 2011 Issue of Eclectic Flash
WordLoft by Natalie McNabb 