Submerged

Submerged

She deserved better.  I cringed as the tow truck driver waded into the mud, cursing.  The glare he shot my way said this was going to cost me.  I bristled when the words “women drivers” punctuated the stream of invectives that splattered all who stood too close. My...

Any Port in a Storm, a short, short story

Dark and stormy doesn’t even begin to describe the night.  Water filled up the air, the street.  It wasn’t coming down in sheets.  Sheets have spaces between them. I pounded down the pavement, each footfall creating fountains of water, defying gravity,...
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