It was the field of tiny yellow flowers that Chloe first started to remember. Gathering them up in her skirt. Making yellow flower bracelets under a blue sky. Where in the fuck was that? Chloe didn’t ever remember seein’ no blue sky. The sky was sulphurous and orangey, everywhere on Phalanges. Chloe had been to…
Tag: Flash Fiction
Rain
It is raining again. I need groceries. I have work later, but I can’t go out. I’m made of sugar. You think that’s funny? You’ve never been caught in a light drizzle and felt your face melt. I have. It’s hideous. Nose dripping into chin, eyes drooping, one twice the size of the other. Nothing…