Flash Fiction (486 words)
Not a grand last meal, not something meaningful in itself. Just the thing they shared once, in a crowded diner, with her hair tousled from running. That's the grief right there, in the most ordinary order anyone could place. loved it
I'm so glad you loved it, Marcello!
Not a grand last meal, not something meaningful in itself. Just the thing they shared once, in a crowded diner, with her hair tousled from running. That's the grief right there, in the most ordinary order anyone could place. loved it
I'm so glad you loved it, Marcello!