Today is the first day it doesn’t just straight-up feel like summer. THANK GOODNESS. Can we please fast forward to jacket weather?
Here’s your snippet from today. This story got real dark, real quick. Not sure why my brain goes there for short stories in particular. :shrug:
Serge spoke the language of flowers, and he was beset by their ceaseless chatter each of his days at the perfumerie.
I’ll be out of town this weekend, so no flashfic for the next few days. It’s three of my six skips this month. Happy weekending!
*Not sure what this is all about? More details about flashfictober here.