Flash Fiction

Flash fiction, quick fiction, short shorts, call it what you will, is one of my favorite styles of writing

Fallout

The snow fell heavier, puddling around their feet like curdled milk. She wondered why they never took the subway. He was a speck, now, furious in his pursuit to escape her. The cigarette slipped from her fingers and she stubbed it out with a booted toe before breaking into a sprint. He would not get away.