It was strawberry season and she wanted to be picked too, leaning against the wall in her shortcake dress, hiding her adventurous fingers behind her back. They were lined up on the vine, so many sm…| Flash Frog
The baby’s hand grabs at the flashing silver chain of her necklace, tiny fingers fumbling against her clavicle. The stray, sharp corner of a fingernail grazes the mole at the hollow of her throat. …| Flash Frog
Last night my husband rolled over in bed and, in a panic, demanded I let the baby sea turtles in. “They’re too hot,” he said. It was midnight. I looked at him, wondering if I was dreaming it up. We…| Flash Frog
