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
You spent a lot of time in gas stations growing up. Speedways, mostly. One on the corner of Tylee and Main, another riding the sideburns of the township administration building, two more split-legg…| Flash Frog
