Over her shoulder, she felt his gaze evaluating her, and her arm hairs prickled. She said aloud the only thing that came to mind.
“135.”
Published in Ad Hoc Fiction
135 Coins
Tag: short fiction
Sometimes Till Morning
It was 7 in the evening when she finally left to attend her book club. He watched the headlights of her ancient Volvo light up the kitchen wall like a spotlight and sweep across the living room in an arc, dimming as she reversed.
Published in Halo Lit Mag
Kat Blucker 