It was a Sunday. I know, because that’s the day I always phoned my mother. It was the day she cried out in dismay, “I can’t eat anything anymore!” Her digestive track was an open wind tunnel for food to blow through. Even her morning slice of plain toast had her running to the loo.... Continue Reading →
Comfort Food
Charli Mills’ May 4th Flash Fiction Challenge was to write a story in 99 words (no more, no less) about comfort food. How can this familiarity influence a story or character? Is it something unusual like Twinkies from the 1970’s? Or is it something from home, from another place or time? As always, she suggests we... Continue Reading →