Gary: It’s still moving, Jimmy. Jimmy: It’s not an it. Gary: Well, I don’t know its sex so I can’t say, ‘She’s still moving, she’s about to die’ Jimmy: You could just say what it is, ‘The crow is twitching...
Category - Flash Fiction
Record shops are never busy; they are the domain of that rare oxymoronic creature, the cool-nerd. Each time the door opens in a record shop, it is an event; music escapes out into the world, a person gets sucked inside. On the...
The crow hopped down the roof. Lucas took aim and fired. He missed and the crow took clumsily to the air. Its shadow traversed the roof before it too disappeared. It was Christmas day and the horizon was sharp with cold. Since...