"All around me were rows of cherry trees, and I ate myself sick beneath them." | Flash Fiction #3
I’m smitten with this piece and it serves as such a gorgeous model to follow your guidance around what Strange Pilgrims is looking for in stories. This is a story that many well-meaning workshops would deflate.
Wow, I was in love with this story from start to finish. From existential dread to clarity and finding meaning in the simple things 😊
I’m smitten with this piece and it serves as such a gorgeous model to follow your guidance around what Strange Pilgrims is looking for in stories. This is a story that many well-meaning workshops would deflate.
Wow, I was in love with this story from start to finish. From existential dread to clarity and finding meaning in the simple things 😊