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...

No Regret

In his dreams, he revved and roared and smoked his tires on hot asphalt, jumping off the start line. He boomed through gritty, naked streets toward the finish line and white handkerchiefs waving from delicate hands.   He dreamed because he could

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