The frog doesn’t move. Not for a long time. Its skin is the green of river glass, shimmering like a puddle after rain—light fractured across something thin and soft. The ventral surface is pale and…| Flash Frog
My little brother pinches off a big piece from the Body of Christ, plops it right on his tongue, and clamps his mouth shut. Mr. Dean chuckles and shakes his head before offering the Body of Christ …| Flash Frog
Every town’s got one. He keeps a beat-up grey Oldsmobile parked at an abandoned gas station in the center of town. No one’s ever seen him drive it—he hovers around it like home base. You remember p…| Flash Frog
