FFF: How Different

I bring the coffees to the table, settle into the comfy chair. “How was your day?” I ask, and I’m genuinely interested.

FFF: Speed

The nose of the machine approaches a tight left hander. He accelerates. The back slides out, but doesn’t come unstuck.

FFF: Body Parts

This is my inaugural Flash Fiction Friday post, a (hopefully) regular feature where I share some very short stories.