Friday Flash

Finding Pinky

Sam lifted the heavy creaking garage door, and a plume of dust billowed out causing us both to cough, waving our hands in front of our faces. "Ugh! How long has it been since any one has been in here?", I looked at him skeptically, thinking of all sorts of nasty critters that could have… Continue reading Finding Pinky

Fiction, Friday Flash

The Sweetness

"Get on your tippy toes", he growls to my cheek as he pulls my bound hands upwards, securing them to the ceiling with the rope. I'm stretched out, back arched, my toes dig into the carpet, gripping, trying to find some balance. I wobble about like a buoy being tossed about in a spiraling sea,… Continue reading The Sweetness