Flash Fiction Friday – Subway Thoughts
Hi guys! I’m drunkish. I wrote a thing. Here it is: When she left the pub and went home that night, her head was full of lovers. Old lovers, tethered to her by fond memories. New lovers, their smells fresh and unknown. Lover that had come, and lovers that persisted. Lovers that might’ve been but never were, lovers that never Continue reading Flash Fiction Friday – Subway Thoughts