Original Flash Fiction: With Regret, Without Apology
Excerpt:
When she buried her face in her hands, looking small, weak, wounded, and vulnerable, I felt a reflexive desire to apologize and comfort her. I loved her, after all, and had never meant to hurt her.
There was just one problem…
Posting up an original short story I finally feel good enough about to share. Fair warning, the story wields a pretty heavy angst bat and swings it with a decent amount of force.
Reblogged from writingsbycrscott
