Flash Fiction, Photography, The Darkroom

Something is in the woods

The crack came unforeseen and deafening like a lightning strike on a clear day. Close enough to raise the hair on his neck, Leo tipped his head back scanning for telltale signs of a pending storm but found only a cloudless, azure sky. The mystifying thunderclap drove birds from the surrounding trees. Their escape momentarily… Continue reading Something is in the woods

Flash Fiction, Gleason, Photography, The Darkroom

If the shoe fits

“How is he today?” Flora clutched her fingers together in a knot, touching her chin with her thumbs. “He’s been asking for you.” Dr. George Gleason, his hands tucked characteristically into his white lab coat pockets, tipped his head toward a man in a wheelchair across the wide room sitting in a pool of sunshine… Continue reading If the shoe fits