Flash Fiction: Twelve Years

“Father, what is there?” Adrei asked. Costin did not need to look around to know where his son was pointing. He took a swig from the half-empty bottle. “Nothing,” he said, liquor thick on his breath. “A staircase.” “Let us go see!” Costin glanced around. Oh how he wished cameras were here, but he knewContinue reading “Flash Fiction: Twelve Years”