Shanon A Greeley; it is our hope that she supplies us with much, much more fiction of this calibre. In TATTERED MEMORIES, a Rubicon is reached, though the road leading to its lonely shore is hard.
Closing her heavy eyelids she saw where she needed to be, where she
desperately wanted to be. Moss, soft and moist, painted the rocks.
Tulips danced around her delicate legs, whipping to and fro in the wind,
tangling with the tall grass. Skirt pulled up to knees she ran through
the meadow. Soft earth greeting each step she took. Turning in circles,
hands hitting the tops of bearded barley, she could feel the turmoil
melting from her body leaving a trail of fall flowers behind her...READ FLASH FICTION: TATTERED MEMORIES NOW!