~ So happy that my flash fiction piece titled In Search of Beauty was accepted by Rue Scribe!
Sneak peek:
Harold arrived at the front door dressed in death, the soles of his tobacco, suede hunting boots wrapped in grass and sticky mud. Sweat trickled down the sides of his face, leaving a trail of oily dew on his wife’s memory.
Myrna shook her head in disgust, knowing the weekly ritual had begun. Out came the thumbtacks and corkboards.
“So, how many flies did you catch today?”
Pollen infested eyes cut through her sarcasm; she covered her wounds with a crochet sweater.
You can read the entire tale here.
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