A Flash Fiction - Tears form at the corner of my eyes as I manage to keep a smile that isn't too big; I don't want to show my teeth like...

Flash Fiction

Sarah looks at her phone for the hundredth time. No news from Nicole, who was supposed to meet her ten minutes ago. The smell of fresh...

I feel very sorry to say, but I hate the north of France. I know that place very well; this is where I saw my first daylight, where I...