Tag: Flash Fiction
“Ha! You’re dead. And I’m not. And that is my final word to you,” said Scrooge.
Read this first
Don’t open that suitcase. Read this first. You’re probably wondering where I am. And what the hell is going on. And whether you should open that door. Maybe you’re crouched heart in a ball. Your fingers clenching, closing tight , unclenching then relaxing.Which was what I saw you first across the crowded (Zoom) room. Cliched…