Postcard-sized flash fiction about the things we think we know about others, life, death, and everything in between. And it all starts with an image...

Old Friends

Ms. Royal had spent her entire life in this doorway—from the carpenter’s shop to the painter, onto the installer's truck, and then, here, next to Mr. Turquoise. Turq, he insisted she call him. She thought nicknames a little too common, vulgar even, so she called

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