Day Four 100 Word Flash Fiction – Fly Away
An old man said to me. I’ve learned how to fly. I congratulated him and asking what he flew. He said you don’t understand I’ve learned how to fly. All…
An old man said to me. I’ve learned how to fly. I congratulated him and asking what he flew. He said you don’t understand I’ve learned how to fly. All…
We dance around, trading steps, canvas bounces under our feet. Jab, one, two, three. Guard up, head down, the burn of the rope against my back. Punches blur lost in…
For just one moment it is perfect. Man, machine in harmony, watching the reflection of the light counting down off my windshield. Red… Amber and then the lights hold… Green! Go!…