Short Stories & Flash Fiction


My friends showed up at 1 AM, flashing smiles bright enough to make a good girl climb out of her window in the middle of the night. We drove down Franklin Street, bought ice-cream at a MacDonalds drive-in, and laughed at the drunk people tumbling out of the city’s dodgiest club. When I got home the next morning, my mother yelled at me for going out so late. I tried to reason with her, but she hadn’t seen the streetlights turn night into spring.


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