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...

Little Green Men

It had been twenty-three years since Charlie last saw the old homestead. His mother had signed it all over to him years ago. It was a place he didn’t intend to see ever again. Let it rot, he said with finality. But yesterday the cops

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