My identity was as much a mystery as where I was or how I got here. A deep buzzing sounded, vibrating through my bones. Even breathing made me dizzy in the thin air. Small rocks pressed into my back, but otherwise, the ground was somewhat soft, like sand or powder. I tried to sit up,Continue reading “Identity”
You can now read my entry for Challenge #2 in the NYC Midnight Flash Fiction Contest 2020.
“Souvenirs”: A woman finds herself at the mercy of a serial Killer in this Flash Fiction Thriller.
TW: Physical Violence