100-Word Fiction: ‘What He Did, Where He Went, They Will Never Know’

It was a summer evening and steam rose from the warm wet rails of the train tracks and as he paced along his legs were brushed by the wet grass and blackbirds hopped and pecked for worms in the earth and everything was warm and his lungs heaved and heart pumped and head pounded. EarlierContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘What He Did, Where He Went, They Will Never Know’”