The Bystander

The night air is unusually warm for March as the young woman emerges from the subway. It’s a little after midnight and a full moon lights the sky in a pale glow. She sways a little as she crosses the road and the clips of her heels echo down the empty street. She’s whistling aContinue reading “The Bystander”

Flash Fiction: Refuge

Whenever in a new place, after hours of sightseeing, I make a point of seeking refuge. I do this by visiting the public library. Why? Because it’s quiet, calm and open to all. No matter who you are, the Library welcomes you. It’s unpretentious that way.  The library I find myself in today is madeContinue reading “Flash Fiction: Refuge”