Tag Archives: lindsey

Lindsey Hates Group

The ring of people seated in folding chairs is a familiar enough scene, evoking not collaboration and group comfort but instead a sense of both persecution and loathing. Lindsey hates Group. The dull-eyed men and women sitting in the chairs … Continue reading

Posted in Fiction, Flash | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Love, April

Dear Diary, I swear that someday I’ll stop starting every entry that way, really. There’s something familiar and safe about it, though, so maybe I’ll just keep saying that I’ll swear I’ll stop, but I won’t actually stop. The ‘writing … Continue reading

Posted in Fiction, Flash | Tagged , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment