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...

deal of the century

The rain stopped battering against the phone booth the second he hung up, as if a giant spigot turned off. It was sudden and silent and not at all what he expected from a crossroads deal. No devil drove up in a shiny Cadillac. No

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