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...

Burn it Down

He’d never been a man of vision. He hadn’t been much of anything until the day lightning struck him. The smell of singed wires had stayed with him for months, long after he discovered the unnatural side effects of a billion volts of energy blasting

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