You could live your whole life and never get a spring day so perfect.
Mumbling under his breath, he dug into the couch cushion beside his leg. Feeling nothing, he squeezed the other hand down the other cushion, coming up with half a Cheeto and some lint. He rolled his eyes and stood, pulling the cushion he had been sitting on to the floor. Change, more Cheeto’s, some dogContinue reading “Finders Keepers”
Flash Fiction, inspired by “A Storm Passage” by Klaus Priebe