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 dog […]Read more "Finders Keepers"
Flash Fiction, inspired by “A Storm Passage” by Klaus PriebeRead more "May Showers, June Flowers"