Hazy memories slammed into Mira’s brain jolting her awake. She tried to even her breathing as she took in her surroundings. Clinical. White walls. Monitors. There weren’t any white walls in her house. Her mother deemed white walls were boring, and they’d spent the entire summer painting bright murals all over the house. This definitely wasn’t her bed. A crinkly… Read More
Flash Fiction: Murder on the 912 to Frisco
Lyla tried to stop the bleeding, but once it started trickling from between his lips she knew he was as good as dead. That wasn’t going to keep her from trying to save his life. Sitting back on her heels, she offered the stranger what she hoped was an encouraging smile. She had only met him an hour ago when… Read More