When the wind lashes at the trees it sounds like rain. Close your eyes and there’s a whole storm out there. That’s what it’s like inside my mind. The reality is just a bit of wind blowing the trees, but my mind convinces me that it’s an horrendous storm that I can’t weather. Opening the… Continue reading Weathering the storm
Tag: flash fiction
Racing, racing, racing
I’m panting, breathless. My legs hurt from this race that will never end. I hopped into your lane at some point; when was that? But you’re too far ahead to see. I’m sure you lapped me when I wasn’t looking. Maybe when I was crying about my failures. Maybe when I was napping in a… Continue reading Racing, racing, racing
S. R. Crawford 