'The Man Himself' by Colin Watts (Reflex Fiction) Writers are in the business of building tunnels. Ours aren't real real tunnels, of course, but then neither were those built by the Mole of Mason Street, Joseph Williamson, the central figure in Colin Watts' deft work of flash fiction, 'The Man Himself'. Williamson was an oddball... Continue Reading →
STORY: ‘Rip’
First screaming then three men pelting past, shedding shirts and shoes, over the sand and into the sea. I'm the fourth. Waving to the children battling out beyond the breakers, I wade my way in. Keep kicking, kids, I'm coming. The sea was sucking me in long before I arrived at this beach. Torn from... Continue Reading →