“Pobresito,” Maria muttered under her breath as she took Drew’s hand. Had it not been for her and Todd, this fine man would not now be addicted to some strange new designer drug. He could have been back in that place he’d come out from, wherever it was, doing simple internet investigations. “What?” Toby moved closer, making Maria tense, and release Drew’s hand. “Poor man, I said.” “Is that all?”
Baby Behr’s bed is as hard and cold as a tavern wench’s eyes. No wonder he favors blindfolds. Papa Behr’s kindness is soft and yielding though his devotion to duty is firm. Mama Behr’s bed belongs to a man. When all three reach for the prize, what’s a Goldie to do? The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by the G-man, a host with the […]