“What day is it?” she asked. “Friday.” I caught a shadow of a smile behind Olivia’s fluttering eyes. “That’s good. I like Fridays.” “What do you remember?” She shrugged, and let her head fall back against the pillows. “Being here. I remember you, sort of. But it’s a bit like a dream. Where did you… Continue reading Flash Fiction – Cry Wolf
(358 words) She didn't want to wake up.
Slips right through the cracks. No one notices, or cares. Transcends the mundane.
Right tool for the right job in the right hands? Anything is possible.
I instantly stole my heart! What a fascinating world that Andolfo has put together!
I knew I'd never see my family if I were captured; we wouldn't be reunited at the school. I had to get down from this tree safely and keep moving. Mitch had sacrificed himself so I could live, so I had to live. It was the only thing left I could do for him.
"If people wanted to stand up for themselves or protect their loved ones or do what they believe in their hearts is the right thing to do, then they would do it. If they wanted to be heroic, they would find ways to be heroic, even without supernatural powers."