She was doing well all year long. She hadn’t gotten sick once. She maintained her health quite nicely. She never missed a day of work and was always able to keep working on personal projects at home. It was rare she took a break.
Now she woke up that morning with a stuffy nose, her head pounding, and her voice going no higher than a soft whisper. She tried to get out of bed, but the room spun around her. She didn’t want to call out of work, but she had no choice. It was finally catching up to her.
Sunday Morning
An abandoned house. A heist. A new puppy. Lost Love. From unbelievable to true-to-life, this flash fiction collection will take you to many places and get to know various characters. With no two stories alike each is thought-provoking, emotional,...