Fiction in a Flash spins stories and poems, short in appearance but big in essence. Some are specks of imagination while others reflect life itself.
A rainbow peeps through my window scattering colour in the dark room struggling to sneak into my being determined, stubborn, steady. My head and I, push back, So accustomed to darkness, that blinding are the slivers Of red blue, violet and indigo. Feel some…
She crouches in the corner, in terror. The door slams. Hugging her knees, she sits still, afraid one movement of hers would make him return.She is numb to the pain now. It is the silence after the storm that she dreads now. A silence…