We swap sweet mascara lashes for soft kohl pencils in jet black. Melting at the tip in the murmuring heat that comes from within our own excitable bodies. We paw at ourselves, Susie and I. Little k…| Flash Frog
We read the devastation in the newspaper: Coffey Park and Paradise. But we don’t have to: it’s outside in the air—the ash, the thick clogged sky. We wonder who will be next and will it be us? We re…| Flash Frog
Six months after her husband had died, she saw her backyard littered with seashells, fish skeletons. It was a grey morning, and a starfish was stuck on her bedroom window, its little tube feet movi…| Flash Frog
