Daydreaming I’m a dreamer, and I’m not ashamed to admit it. I’ve always been one, for as long as I can remember. Daydreaming is what I’m referring to, not those sleep time fictional visuals that no one can seem to explain. Usually, I’m just dreaming about the future, trying to imagine what my life will […]
Contemplating My Navel – Flash Fiction “Contemplating my navel” is my usual uttered response when questioned about the expressionless, zombie-like, blankness engulfing my face. Truth be known, I often don’t know what I’m thinking about, or if I’m even thinking at all. It’s really more of a meditative state, on a different plane of consciousness
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The Road Home – Flash Fiction All signs of sobriety had evaporated by the time my third double arrived. The rye was going down smoothly, converging with the blood stream, doing its job. Eventually reaching my limit, gravity yanked me down off the barstool. I stumbled out of the bar and commenced staggering home. A
