Bookshelf Flash Fiction

Hi, friends! Time for another exciting edition of bookshelf flash fiction! Okay, it’s only moderately exciting. But still, it’s something, right?



Playing house endangered Rebecca. A long and fatal love chase rose under fire. Spit and passion spark the other Rebecca.

“The hour I first believed what I meant, the fallen house of leaves burned,” she said.

Tiger eyes now watch him die.

People at odds never come back.

Quiet—she’s come undone.

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