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...

Wings of Prophecy

She passes through the labyrinth of brick walls and bright markings. She speaks to no one, for she is alone with her mission. A black feather drifts across her path, carried by the breeze from vents blowing greasy smells. At the labyrinth’s heart is a

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