“What a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive.” Sam had often thought about the words his… Read more Sam rests his case
Tag: flashfiction
“Gah!”
“What is it?” “What do you mean, ‘what is it?’ Don’t you like it?” “It’s… well, I mean it’s, erm…… Read more “Gah!”
Awake
Drip Drip Drip He shuffled in the bed. A calculated shuffle; just wiggly enough and just noisy enough to wake… Read more Awake
Walkies
I used to love it when he took me for walks. The longer the better. We’d often end up off… Read more Walkies